Movement Of Two Poem by Felix Emeka George

Two have traveled
Each by the side of the other
As often as old law of love told
From far deserts, and vast seas
Their only need, to kiss their lovers earth
In poverty, hunger, prejudice and persecution as well, with riches gone.

The ivory flies in the vulture suit,
The wings, stretching above the mountains,
Singings a welcome love song.
He runs freely across the jet grassland,
With her heaves thickly manned neck
She dances the rhythm of the jet's song.
Pondering and parching the earth there and here,
And the earth clouded with the dark dust
Rise in thunderous wings,
with no restraint to hail, ‘expatriate'.
And she proudly soars out in rich air.

But the jet that is thesame as ivory
Was bluntly called an immigrant
Who has to pay taxes and like the pedestrians she wrecks the road.
As grasshoppers fly around a mighty fire,
in the harmattan burning grass.
As old coal in earth crust,
To be trans-repatriated penniless
And innocently destroyed
Like packs of matchboxes in Atlantic