Beast Of No Nation Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Look at them wasting in vain,
Matching to the rock to be seen,
They are the beast of no nation;
Their mouth lack the voice to speak
Because the eyes of their eyes are
The magic that sort madness to the core.



Are they monkeys or chimpanzees?
Are they Elephants or Gorillas?
They chameleon their colours
Waiting to deceive mankind to doom.
They don't belong to any nation I know,
Their song sound for no just nation,
Their voices echoe for no just nation
But their selfishness is to themselves.



Yesterday, they were here without recognition
Many rejected them because they are crooks;
They have dived into the pot meant for tomorrow's
Soup and the eyes of morrow cannot keep them.
Others are matching left and they are matching right,
If there is any dream left in their eyes, it is to get to
The peak of the world and take over power.



When the Samba sounded unaware, they are caught
Spying into the future of the fruitful women,
When million is shown to them, heaven opens
To radiate and imitate the sinful earth to a dance.
I have seen them not in the gathering of the kings,
I have seen them not among the people of this nation,
Where do they belong to and to whom do they pay their pledges?



As hungry as the grave yard they look,
As thirsty as the barren earth they are.
The water of this earth they channelled to
A direction only good for them to dine alone.
Colourful beast of the naked world they are,
They belong to no just nation, I know from
The look in their eyes to their steps I watch.




(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016