I Choose To Dance In Your Tune Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Onwa:
If there are wings that would bring you down
Tell the bleeding dusty earth that watches me
I choose to dance to your tune, a rhythm of hate
Caved from the poetry of a scarlet Poe-tree,
Bottled in the prime heart of lonely princess.


Anyanwu:
If the Eagles still face you eyeball to eyeball
If you still torment the earth to a fight of lost
With a sagging song sung through the nose
Let it be known to you that I choose to dance;
Dance alone to your tune, a rhythm of sorrow.


Ikuku:
If you still toast dreams here and there,
Happily in a lustful loveless zoomed mouth
If you still breath venom like an old serpent
Caressing the sky of a honeyed young agony
Know it that I still dance to your tune of pain.


Ugwu:
If queens still come to you for fertility
If the herbalist still worship you for Herbs
Let my journey over the snoring sea be told
That I choose to dance again to your beat;
A heartbeat that govern many treachery of hurts.

Onwa: Moon
Anyanwu: sun
Ikuku: Wind
Ugwu: mountain.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016