I Fear… Poem by Chukuemeka Akpe

A dome of dark, gloomy clouds caps this landscape.
But, not for rain.
A cacophony of thunderous applause shakes the land.
But, not for rain.
A frenzy of flashes hurries the folks to bolt their doors.
But, not for rain.
I fear…
The omen.
I fear
The feigned repentance of shepherds has herded the flock astray.
I fear
The gavel of judgment is now resounding for a rebellious nation.
I fear
The time has arrived to harvest the fruits of the seeds of injustice.
I fear
The goblets of kings are brimming with sour wine of indignation.
I fear
The whetted swords of punishment demarcated the soil for justice.
I fear
The deluge of the cries of lamentation drowning a hapless people.
I fear...
The omen.














Chukuemeka Akpe
September 2006©