The Fallen Tree(To Dora Akuyili) Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Sadness tears


Agony Pains


hate Sorrow

Weakness Restless


Emotions Sleepless


Defeat Loneliness.


Those are my fate,
Throw the stones
Throw the clubs at ones,
Hurl it so hard, fiercely to death.
He had bitten more than he can chew in the middle of the night
And she had fallen, the mighty Iroko from the east.
She had gone leaving us behind.
Mo...ther, when shall we see again?
You left amidst roses and bullets,
Pains and joy, yet you say goodbye.
You put smiles on our faces,
You fought hard, more like a tigress and
Defeated those black, smiling faces of the tyrants.
I sounded only for hope, i cried only for focus,
We sounded the miraculous gong for good health
But it was hung in the air,
Wesounded was songs to revolt against the animal
But they were faster to feast on you.
I saw tears emerged from my stony eyes when
I flipped the cover of the black paper to
Read that sad heart breaking news of your departures.
I turned on the radio and it sounded more louder
than the boom sound from the paper.
I went for the sackcloth hung in my wardrobe
And wore to mourn a heroine.
We missed you but sleep well till that glorious
Morning we meet and smile again
Like we never met before.