Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone Poems

We both rear poultry.
Yes, you reared your own,
And I reared my own.
Mine you served your guest
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I am free
But a slave
In my father’s cave.
All my rights thrown to dogs;
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Don’t you look at me that way.
Aren’t your days happier than mine?
You sing you flap you peck
And though the busy boy’s ball
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He is here!
No, there he is.
No, yet to come.
No, come and gone!
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From the beginning of the beginnings
All I am is black and blackened;
For this, I’ve had reproachful loves.
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Blessed is the substance that substantiated me
Blessed is the passage through which my entrance made
Blessed is the milk that freely fed my infant mouth
Blessed is the mouth that sweetly sung the lullaby
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I looked and I saw.
Behold! Beneath a stake,
A man grunting to death.
Not a transgressor of the law
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No doubt,
You’ve been the protector
Of my ancestors
In times immemorial
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Long time ago they were, yet, today
Many seasons ago they were
They speak today
Though gone for long.
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Take it along as you go!
You that care and them can see.
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