Poets Are Gods. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

We've created men of courage.
We've created men as weak as the earthworm.
We've cast the moon off the sky recently,
We've stopped the sun from shinning to men.
Like we planted, so we destroy and change.
Ask Agbo dancer who made her a living legend,
ask Abiku who made her to live in poetry.
Ask Kambili who made her in the purple Hibiscus.
Ask those boys who went and never returned
who made them leave if not Agarau, the poet.
We've punctured silence and resurrect bonds,
bonds that are fragment of fragrances.
Changes began with poetry as the world began,
God spoke of light and there was lighted light!
Issues of life we hold in our shrine of words,
when dry gin of alphabets are brought before us.
who have seen a world without poetry?
Who have see a planet void of living Word?
Would it season come and go without havoc?
Would it farm harvest forest of knowledge?
Until you get better, we won't stop the rain of words!
We won't stop lifting hope and hopes to all.
We are the gods of the land, the orators,
the mediators, teachers and the angels you seek.
We live as far as you breath-
Long after you read and think, we live.
Poets are the gods of the land, we are not blind gods.

©John Chizoba vincent
Cam'god