Umu Aro: The Chosen (for the breed endowed with wit). Written by Comrade Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi
Who you love, you chastise.
So bear with me Ndiulo,
Home has lost it's taste of serenity and love!
Daughters of daylight, greetings!
Your arrow beaks are not meant for fight.
Ask Umuada, how they settled scores when men hid their manhood under loins.
Sons of the day, I withdraw my salute!
Your bloated muzzles, pumped with metal log and doll steroid are a weakling's game.
Matchetes and guns are doom sticks,
they have no bravery in them.
Might is the mind's work groomed with disciplined will.
Great achievement instills fear upon the weak whose only pride is slander, envy and hatred.
Seek the road that leads to home!
Sons-of-the-soil, do not emulate the wicked around you.
They are dead- those men whose only recourse is to fight success and progress.
Listen, they never grow.
They make haven under skirts and seek counsel of parrots.
Do not fight the empty and vile,
their joy comes when you join them at the base.
When men were men, where were they!
They haul stones when you build glass houses.
They kick the ladder when they cannot climb.
Tirelessly, they strive to smear you with mud when you are clothed in white.
Their name is carnage; opposed to all things good.
-Comrade
Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi
(15th April, 2019)
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