john chizoba vincent

Gold Star - 13,586 Points (18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)

We Are Lost - Poem by john chizoba vincent

The hope is gone
The four corner of the street
Had tasted the sweet and bitter part of
Our crying blood in horror.
The soil knows the colour of our tears
The earthworms and maggots had feasted
More of the body and soul of our brothers.
When shall we live in peace like others
Not brothers against his brother and sister in tears?
When shall the terrible sound of explosion ceased?
They said they are powerless and weak
They said they are nothing they could do
While people die in pains and agony.
The black hearts are more powerful than them.
We are left in a bloody arena
In doubt and fear with a terrible hope.
No one knows his last meal, perhaps the cloth his
Wearing might be the last cloth he put on by his self.
We are lost in a ditch, yes we are.
I saw the division, i saw the break out
Of a lost nation in the midst of wolves.
I torn verses of words out of my mouth,
I broke the tears in my eyes but couldnt
Maintain the atmosphere condition of innocent blood
Spread merrily in the street every night and day.
We smile amidst tears, dance whilst crying.
Sorrow laugh at us, mock us on the lost throne.
I could not with stand those sound and news of lost ones
So i write beautifully so that the world could hear
See that we keep not quiet like the duck
but we scream like the hen whose chick was carried by a kite.

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