Words Of The Oracle Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

What shall you be remembered for?
What shall you leave behind for the next Generation?
Shall posterity ever remember you came?
The young ones are our future;
Teach them the right way to go,
Groom them in the ways of the tradition
As your ancestors and forefathers did.

Don't cease the burning sacrifice
On my Alter, don't you dare,
Lead the new breed on what to do;
For the new covenant requires them to know.
Don't leave my shrine with no blood;
For the young ones sitting down in front
Of you watches your steps profoundly,
They study the legacy you are leaving behind.


Leave them not to stray away like a goat,
Teach them the ways of the oracle.
The process of the atonement for their sins,
And the meaning of blood on my alter.
Teach them the culture and traditions
Of their ancestors and abandon them not
To wander around in the forest of shame
Like the hunter' dog that misses it way.


I don't want to be left naked
When you are no more on the surface of the earth,
I don't want to lack or beg for bread when you are with your forebears.
Groom the children about the maidens sacrifice,
Tell them about Ogbuefi, the eyes of the gods
List out the animals used for sacrifice to them,
Let them learn it now that you live.

I look forward to behold
Those who will wipe away my tears on
The alter when a neighbour revolts against his neighbour and community against another community.
I look forward for a change of methods with the younger generation but train them about the tradition of the oracle of the clan.