There Is Another Sky Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

There is another sky that bleed
Within it abode because of pains.
There is another that speak of lost
Among her brethren who betrayed her.
There is another sky that is black,
A sky where demons reside committing suicide.



There is another sky that tell a story,
When you look at her, you will learn.
There is a sky that corrupt the eyes
The political animals where made there,
There is another sky that cloth men
And men see her as weak as the water.



There is another sky that is red,
See this and that are they the same.
Love made in dark is not real love
But those which are done in the public are real one.
If you could separate the oil from water
Then can you separate love that bind the sky and humans together.



There is another sky that looks like a woman,
But it has no skirt but has something under skirt.
She paint her lips and fingers but her face is rough,
When she sit on her seat, she doesn't close her legs
But always leave it open for air to penetrate in.
That is another sky that looks like a woman.



There is another sky that resembles a man
But she is not a man because she has beard
But she had manhood as long as a tree.
When the women pass, she shy away but
When she looks behind the women they cry.
There is more than word to describe her.


There is another sky that looks like a child.
To those little children who are decieved,
Sorry for coming to this world with an eye.
To those little ones that died before their time
You never ask the sky how dark the earth is
Before you came, sorry and sorry for dying.



To those little ones that sees the sky as white sky,
You have not learn more than sucking of breast
Look closely and see that the sky is also blue,
That is love in the sky but some see lost in another
Sky which shows red and black in the afternoon.
There is another sky that tell of hope and peace
Look closely and see it under the earth.