A dome of dark, gloomy clouds caps this landscape.
But, not for rain.
A cacophony of thunderous applause shakes the land.
But, not for rain.
A frenzy of flashes hurries the folks to bolt their doors.
But, not for rain.
I fear…
The omen.
I fear
The feigned repentance of shepherds has herded the flock astray.
I fear
The gavel of judgment is now resounding for a rebellious nation.
I fear
The time has arrived to harvest the fruits of the seeds of injustice.
I fear
The goblets of kings are brimming with sour wine of indignation.
I fear
The whetted swords of punishment demarcated the soil for justice.
I fear
The deluge of the cries of lamentation drowning a hapless people.
I fear...
The omen.
Chukuemeka Akpe
September 2006©
a great picture of reality is potrayed here, and deep in it there's truth which is really supposed to be feared.I like the talented flow, nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem. I love the first six lines most.