Rookie - 276 Points (30TH OCTOBER,1984 / BENUE STATE, NIGERIA)

We Have Not Come - Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

We have not come home to tell you stories
Of our lives,
Spent on the thorns of toils
Not of our fathers, and their fading ways
Not of the paths they plied as peasants,
On roads without shades
Where silver nor gold
They could not find;
Nor the stories of our mothers,
Who sat beside clay pots
On tripod blowing fire,
That was too stubborn to flame
While smoke jumped into their eyes
Pushing down tears
To wash, their famished faces.
But have come to tell you, our deity
(because you are the one
Who watch over our tents
From your tower) The eeire actions of your children
Those who sit in high places
Stealing the soup ment for all your wards.
Of your sons, and their greedy guts
Of their heirs,
who have lynched your legacies
And that of your legends
For volatile pots of gold and silver.
We have not come to tell you stories
Of our lonely and wretched lives
But to complain of your chosen children
Who have brought shame to your place.
Save this nation, our deity
Save your children.
For we have not come,
We have not come home to tell you stories
But to complain
Of the corruption in our country.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Blank Verse

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2015

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