AWAKE. Written by Comrade Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi
Without exception save rebels,
in us live beaten men,
men with dead penis';
dry stick for the campfire.
Our steps are conditioned by crowd command;
we anticipate silly outcome
presented by fear.
We fear to call an ant a poisonous insect
lest we be stung at night;
our faith offer us a frightening room
where we hide from threat before us,
too scared to redress our battered humanity.
In our obstructed mindset,
lies become truth, spelt by blind views.
Not many of us will ask why;
not many of us will challenge the status quo;
or even shake our shackled hands in defiance;
not for self but for the buds of humankind faced with annihilation:
yet we are cursed by dumb loyalists,
who go prostrating after the battle line is drawn.
They call us, Comrades doomed to die
because we refuse to drink
from the well of hate;
because we refuse to be cowed.
From fear we die a million times
before our actual gory death
which cut deep into the night
like today's firestorm.
Learning is not for us; our growth is stunted;
b chlorophyll absent in the seeds of fear.
-REGINALD ODIMARA CHIEKEZI
15th January, 2018
in us live beaten men,
men with dead penis';
dry stick for the campfire.
Our steps are conditioned by crowd command;
we anticipate silly outcome
presented by fear.
We fear to call an ant a poisonous insect
lest we be stung at night;
our faith offer us a frightening room
where we hide from threat before us,
too scared to redress our battered humanity.
In our obstructed mindset,
lies become truth, spelt by blind views.
Not many of us will ask why;
not many of us will challenge the status quo;
or even shake our shackled hands in defiance;
not for self but for the buds of humankind faced with annihilation:
yet we are cursed by dumb loyalists,
who go prostrating after the battle line is drawn.
They call us, Comrades doomed to die
because we refuse to drink
from the well of hate;
because we refuse to be cowed.
From fear we die a million times
before our actual gory death
which cut deep into the night
like today's firestorm.
Learning is not for us; our growth is stunted;
b chlorophyll absent in the seeds of fear.
-REGINALD ODIMARA CHIEKEZI
15th January, 2018
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