Towards Bethlehem Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

We see stars embelmed in joy,
they journey down the East
With a seamless motion Passions,
then, we followed singing gutful psalms.
A greater saviour have emerged,
not like the sun of Aleppo that kills,
not like the greedness of the Nigerian
government that seek only for themselves
but of a humble sacrileged truth and peace
Which has no illusion painted on it.
Our stomach became light to rejoice,
we refused to plant sadness on our faces.
Not even the written palms of a sorrow
Was able to withstand our joy on the feet.
Here comes another Redeemer fathered,
We'll write hymns to our sun for this day.
The cricket of the past shall not trumpet
between our fears and agony; for we have
a mediator speaking on our behalf.
The moon on our heads tell of the future.


©John Chizoba Vincent