Oh! If i was to speak
what would my voice be?
A stuttering sound, entwined with deafness?
Clear words deviod of meaning?
Here, i stand on the stage you once set,
speaking with the voice you once tame.
Letting out libation for the innocent.
I heard of the tyrant tale
That had suckened my lips pale
Oh am afraid of the sky
like a helpless chick,
beneath vultures
The eagles are no friends
of things underneath
Now,
the town-crier has gong
misfortunes to our ears
i bear sorrows to my teeth
Do i have eyes for tears,
then what would be my fears?
If my heart had'nt cared.
Okposi my okposi! ! !
I weep for you and me
i weep for your sons and daughters
we have taken the broaden path,
that leads to nowhere.
Alas, He has gone! ! !
From the grey eye of the sun
To another dawn, we indebt ourselves
(ii)
I who fathered the habingers
of my soul,
i stand on my toes
GOD THE FATHER! ! !
If my heels must fall back to earth.
Let he who sold his conscience
for a sparks of minty coins
first lend his soul to dust.
Let the locket of evil blossom bare in nakedness.
I speak from broken voices,
supressed by dark hidden hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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