Sign of the time. By Comrade Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi
Sign of the time
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If I were you Shioba, I would hang myself.
Shame is no tailored coat for the brave
but you have no shame
so you wander like truant for life.
True blood does not stand in progress' way
but you are not different from the betrayer, Peter.
Peter's father had this bad blood in him too
which made Isoma frown at such hopeless miscast,
ekuru-eku bia remains a surface shame.
Even now, you, them, the shamed pack
dare not stare at my white eyes
filled with audacious flame.
The tiger's fur is his pride,
struggle, his only recourse.
He fights till the end; without retreating, without surrendering.
Where do you stand; among the brave and sound;
or in some low spot, some make-shift bar?
Opportunists draw harvest where they did not sow;
Not in my time- never-
you would return with smashed baskets
for I am the end to all beginnings.
Shame is theirs who lack prowess,
those subdued by a puppet with no guts.
If I were you Shioba, I would hang myself.
Bad blood runs- it runs in the family,
family of leech,
they survive by feeding on rich blood.
Not my blood. Not in my time- never!
I come not for you.
My spear is sharpened ready for the fight.
I fight against legion, against the system led by the blind;
I fight against the ugly pack,
I fight alone yet remain unscathed.
Show me a great hunter who wastes
his spear chasing rodents;
Show me a great hunter who beats
his chest after catching a grass-cutter.
Shame! If I were you, I would hang myself.
I come not for you,
I come for the greater good,
the glory of my ancestors land.
Take back your filthy hands, shame,
sins of you father
shall never depart from your household.
In my bare hands lie death and life,
take your portion,
I have come to bury the last of you.
Blame. Shame. Liver-less leech.
Worry no more. I am here to bury you.
Out of this I come strengthened,
with fire- with fury- with mastery:
down like mud, your name in mud;
the lineage of the ram has come to stay.
In me lives the surging blood of my upright ancestors.
I am of the living-dead,
the dead-living-living-figure;
bones incarnate in the signs of the time,
I am the sign of the time.
25th June,2018
-REGINALD .I. ODIMARA CHIEKEZI
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If I were you Shioba, I would hang myself.
Shame is no tailored coat for the brave
but you have no shame
so you wander like truant for life.
True blood does not stand in progress' way
but you are not different from the betrayer, Peter.
Peter's father had this bad blood in him too
which made Isoma frown at such hopeless miscast,
ekuru-eku bia remains a surface shame.
Even now, you, them, the shamed pack
dare not stare at my white eyes
filled with audacious flame.
The tiger's fur is his pride,
struggle, his only recourse.
He fights till the end; without retreating, without surrendering.
Where do you stand; among the brave and sound;
or in some low spot, some make-shift bar?
Opportunists draw harvest where they did not sow;
Not in my time- never-
you would return with smashed baskets
for I am the end to all beginnings.
Shame is theirs who lack prowess,
those subdued by a puppet with no guts.
If I were you Shioba, I would hang myself.
Bad blood runs- it runs in the family,
family of leech,
they survive by feeding on rich blood.
Not my blood. Not in my time- never!
I come not for you.
My spear is sharpened ready for the fight.
I fight against legion, against the system led by the blind;
I fight against the ugly pack,
I fight alone yet remain unscathed.
Show me a great hunter who wastes
his spear chasing rodents;
Show me a great hunter who beats
his chest after catching a grass-cutter.
Shame! If I were you, I would hang myself.
I come not for you,
I come for the greater good,
the glory of my ancestors land.
Take back your filthy hands, shame,
sins of you father
shall never depart from your household.
In my bare hands lie death and life,
take your portion,
I have come to bury the last of you.
Blame. Shame. Liver-less leech.
Worry no more. I am here to bury you.
Out of this I come strengthened,
with fire- with fury- with mastery:
down like mud, your name in mud;
the lineage of the ram has come to stay.
In me lives the surging blood of my upright ancestors.
I am of the living-dead,
the dead-living-living-figure;
bones incarnate in the signs of the time,
I am the sign of the time.
25th June,2018
-REGINALD .I. ODIMARA CHIEKEZI
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