henry igbinedion

Metamorphosis

Those far off days,
Dreams were dreams.
Our hearts heard,
The incantatory chants of our oracles
Ears heard the ecstatic splashes;
Of mermaids in our rivers.
And eyes glimpsed the
Incandescence of a thousand Suns,
Laughter was our lot.

Those far off days,
Undefiled by man’s gluttony,
Mothers trudged the bush paths
To virgin lands and
There, with Herculean men
Toiled and tilled the land.
From its womb, we reaped abundantly;
We fed on Eden.

In those yonder days
Our hearts divined...