A SEGMENT OF THE PAST

Chidimma Ejike

Chidimma@cnenigeria.com


Heavy, heavy waterfalls

Bloody, bloody waters

The seas swallow and swallow

it takes in chains and unborn

Discarding the hopeful, mournful powders.

 

 

We lose again the hearts we treasure,

with the shells resounding, we tread

once again the paths of loneliness

sowing and begging these outcasts

to reap;

Dying looking perpetually overfed; Dying and begging these deaths

to live.

 

We journey to the end of a time;

when we open our eyes to

the sun, we reminisce our reality.

Our blood is being smeared.

We watch as our right hand is

sacrificed to wickedness,

to satisfy the greed of death.

 

And we watch, we watch,

yes, for we are bound.

The stench of destruction and

mutilation choking us.

We are legal slaves of doom

we are sealed by the forces we

built democratically.

 

But the reasons seem yet fanciful,

the answers to our woes still

a mystery;

The legend of pain,

our paradise.