Lamentation 1 Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

What is life without joy and happiness?

what is life without self honour and pride?

Upon this mountain hell i lay every day

Battered and frustrated

A mjan of sorrow, forsaken

My spirit groans for mercy which failed to come

All is taken away from me including the smallest pin





of what is life without a mother?

painted black and red

I mourn every seconds for that pretty damsel

swifter that the eagle, my heart pounded

Joy whispers sadness in my ears

and tears becomes my friend

In despair i feast and dance sorrowfully

they mock and throw me around like a forbidden coin





men are evil, my spirit moans

Raising my eyes to see my ears

i could tell of their wickedness

my goats, cows and jewelries gone

Hear me evil souls, the nature has its judgment

Once in life, it cometh and it hard to escape

It hard to escape the judgment



look at father native compound

it been taken away by strangers

those who once dance with us

In good fortune and share our breads and barns together

NOw, they are against us in fury

Dare point us in the face and laugh

Hear me old friends, nature has its judgment

The nature has its judgment, beware



In my old age. bitterly i weeps all day

in affliction and harsh labour

my foes had become my masters

the roads to my hut mourns

my compound groans and grieved

None to comfort me, all my friends had betrayed me

All the splendor has departed in the air





this is why i weep and,

my body shivers

My eyes overflow with water

All who pass my way clapped and laughed at me

Enemies open their mouth wide against me

my grieves are many and my heart fainted

i am in torment within, disturbed and distracted

I remembered my wandering and pains

In the dark forest alone

Covered my self with anger





perhaps my father had sinned

And i didn't know and,

we now bore the pains

Getting brad is at my life risk

Because of the sword beneath

look and see our disgrace

Those who pursue us are at our heels

my siblings scattered abroad sorrowfully

No one to caution us and drag us back

Till end i know the earth has it judgments

i shall sing beautifully with joy in other phase of life

when the gate shall open.



ALL RIGHT RESERVED (C) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT 2013