Nkemba: The Fury Of Peace Poem by Jude Ogunade

Born with a silver spoon,

But was never at ease,

With a face calm in peace;

Correcting injustice!



Buddha denied his wealths.

Nkemba spent his own,

To save many from deaths;

Where many were disowned.



Rejected and deprived.

Dejected and denied.

Your hands were duty tied.

Boldness made them untied.



Your cause: a cause of peace.

Your cause: a cause for life.

There is no peace without war.

And in peace there is life.



Cowards can row in blood,

And pretend there is peace.

Aburi was a reason

In deep wisdom seasoned.



Truth, a bitter capsule.

Do we need a Gbedu,

Or borrow Fotofron,

To alert the oppressed?



Some traitors war's inquest,

Nearly led to your arrest.

But quick to providence;

Wise counsel: a defence.



Pity to the people!

Pity to the losers:

Pity to betrayers,

Pity to backstabbers.



The war: was never lost.

The war: was never won.

And you a lollapalooza,

NKEMBA! Our father!



Yes, your face calm in peace.

Yeah! The fury of peace.

My piece, an orphan's mite;

For the nerve in your might!