The Shepard's Of Arcadia 20 Poem by Felix Emeka George

I.

I have nothing to tell my parent
The evil you have done
O to me is and by death.
My mother,
a proud woman, of the Igbo-Ano race
A gentle heart of a dove
Have you deserted your beloved daughter?
My heart needs quick response
To be lightened
By the presence of your eyes witness
Like the wise mother hen
Glaring at a shadow of a wild cat
But today I am an orphan shrieking for food
Where your body is cold with death

II.

I am unhappy today indeed
I shall see the strange sight of the world
O papa, the ‘pop-corn man,
Because of your frequent gift,
Of burger, snacks, and money
And many things of sands in number
I wait for your return.

No one care more than her
a mother,
No one knows me,
to them I'm like weather,
As there are to know anyone
I am known alone to my father.

Oh! Parenthoods offered uncompared,
Those smile and the beautiful hands,
Which open and close,
On their passion and affections,
Are now unsmilingly and unfriendly.

God tell me what I have done wrong?

My people, if you are willing
To know God answer to my call
I pray you to read on with my story.