Home-Coming Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Alas! Alas! A rain comest, down this heaven
Hark, Hark as ` e mad thunder barks;
Throwing grenades of lightnings;
Now `ose hanging stars are nomore

Alas, Alas, Like that rain he comest,
Go, Go fledglings away to thy nest,
Come in to gate, ye folks oer the east,
No shadows, let no man again wrought;

This is time to sing our songs of sorrow,
Come, Come, Ye anglers on lake that row,
Save thy helpless life for the marrow;
For it be when no shall seed or sow


Alas, Alas, petals dying, roses falling sund`r,
For no man knows when it may pour,
Raise thy eyes upon sky in every hour;
Forthat tempestuous waves O`plethorar

_____It even may fall now, bye and bye
All sucklingsshall shivers`n cleavage,
All rocks, hills wilt roll away and leave,
Mountanes, temples; shall be razed and consume

When you see this rain falling,
Shrubs on that day ne`er fain, Nor`ey clap or dance to its trobbing;
Come floods, Come gales, nothing shall remain

Let all men watch for it comes anon
No bees gather more honey, thereon
Cripples shall fear and hop as stallion;
No Fathers shall wait for 's children but run!


Those harvests in farm wilt no one bring to shacks,
But if the rain comes, there be n'more famines,
Lightenings that leave some thousand cracks,
Breaking graves to awake deads in sepulchres

Men who watch moon shall look dim and dran,
Like they wash their faces in pool of blood,
This is nothing but second coming of son `f man
He may come as storm or fire, Tempest or flood