john chizoba vincent

Gold Star - 15,760 Points (18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)

Ikemefula - Poem by john chizoba vincent

This is your father' land with tall trees and
Moutains at the peak of heaven touching the
Beak of the clouded sky in a dumbious way;
Do not leave here for another corrupt home
Because, here was where you were christianed
Ikemefula, the pride of his fatherland.

This is the river of madness and stupidity,
Do not follow it lane nor its banks as others do.
Here your father prayed for you to soar higher
Than the Eagles of Azumiri land;
Do not create an eyes that watch your people' back.
Behind the clouded cloud, no rain shall touch you.

You shall be inspired and loved under the harsh sun,
Even when the hurrican lamp is dead, love shall come to you like a drizzling rain that showers blessing to the voiceless in the street of ordinary p'ple
A stretched dance and a broken dryness shall be far,
Words whispered in gossip shall you not hear.

My heart still bleed from the sharpeness of their lies,
I shall protect you from their snaring hearts of evil;
Take you to that eyes that once lit my world before
Taken into consideration those pains they caused me.
In a nimble piece of building, shall they remain;
But your fate shall be as white as the snow that brighten the earth.

Hear my wisdom now; men are dust, boast not of
Tomorrow among friends at the gate of the city.
When other prided themselves like the peacock,
Cut your wings and remember the silver spoons are not found in our linage nor did our forebears have one.
There rest a shining stone behind the glowing gold,
Secure it morning and night; for it is your tomorrow.

Education has no future for you but this dark and cunny traditions that your dark father left is good,
Follow the light, the stars and the moon and be great.
I don't want you to learn how to steal with biro IKEM
I don't want you to fight the sun and the air god made
I don't want you to despise me at old age when you go to that light of wisdom and insanity, IKEM.

Never stop learning nor stop looking at the sky always,
Though it is white but your eyes shall see lines and road that leads to the white hall of life when you keep focusing and studying the depth stars, sky and cloud that our forefathers worship years ago.
IKEM, learn, learn; and learn without stopping, never!

(C) john chizoba vincent

Topic(s) of this poem: tradition

Form: Found Poem

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016

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