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Whether one counts
Or his age counts for him.
We bind our energy in stages
Stages barely lost in battle of an artisan.
Seeker loves Gwen,
Was it like magical spell cast on him?
So tender Gwen found a home
Touched in the heart
Fashioned in luxurious beauty
Always dressed in dazzling robe.
Grumbling heart, fainting spirit
Draws the water from the wall of a minor heart
Worthy tasting, must I be flavored by the salt?
Divinely ordained, must I touch the anointing?
Tender heart, affectionate soul
Aligns the psyche design of the being
Being less conceived, and perceived –
Like a bird puzzled to perch on the Iroko
“Iroko of terror, perilous and dread birds”
While root corrupt, branch embraces venom
Till our elders chew the kola nut of new age
Being “bird” will be toasted on the oven
Of life, with little atmospheric wing –
Torturing and victimizing the minor’s angel
Like rain trickle and shower –
The fear of not felt and unknown wisdom,
Clasps the minor vision…
Ever guilty clouds the minor heart…
Eye-catching pleasure draws its imagination
Inferiority spirit cultures the soul
Plenteous material remedy signals freedom.
Till the minor traces a glamorous future
Our elders buffers tears, any more –
Because the being “bird” found peace,
Wisdom, courage to stand strong
In the perilous Iroko…
(C) 2016 - Divine Nwoye
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