River Nkporo Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

From the east it went majestically to the west
to the North it brings blessing and peace
To the great inhabitant of Nkporo.
Its waters the south amiably to the favour of the hills
Mountains and the green grasses of the field.
O river Nkporo, thou art mighty, spiritual center of anticipation
Leave us not alone.
Be our guide and never allow the contamination of the western oceans.
Those are evil river, those are rivers of pain and sorrow.
Remember unto them salt was brought to you
But then when my forefathers dreamt of you
There was no dream for salt in you.
You were tasteless and pure, colourless and harmless,
Now the black liquid had feasted on your humble spirit
Bad manners corrupt good manners.

where are the goddess of the river?
Where is the god of harvest and thunder?
Have you forgotten the Epic tears from Mbadiwe?
He was once in the river promoting peace and love
Among Nkporo inhabitant but now,
Rings and gun powder are found inside my beloved River Nkporo.
The holy book was once seen beside the mighty rock
Where the queen dwell every sun set to
Govern the land to achieve that which destiny has in stock for her.

How were you corrupted?
Papa will never appreciate what we
have done neither will mama be happy.
O river Nkporo, the white got you corrupted
The laws were broken and the bound divided in tears.
Your dignity carried away and the glory departed from us.
The great spring is gone with the rock,
Now we all cry but never will you come back.
The deed had been done.