Strain
your ears now
To hear decibels
Of sound,
Sound of songs,
Sound of
homeland melodies
Learned at feet
Of pious mother,
Sitting with
me
In a dark
Moonless night,
Starless night,
With rain
threatening
And thunderstorms scolding,
With bats hovering
And mother's
lamp
Our companion.
Nigerian Poems
Selected Poems By Chidi Anthony Opara.
Saturday, 19 May 2012
Music Of Mosquitoes
The prison
portal ajar
Leading
To the
domain of despair.
O eyes of
conscience
Come,
Watch with
me
This warped
world
Where harassed
humans,
Most making
atonement
For sins not
committed
Worry about
wicked warders.
Between morning
and noon
Half-boiled
beans in bags
On wheel
barrows arrive,
Breakfasts arrive
with no condiments.
Harassed humans
sit eating,
Still nursing
skin lacerations.
On bare
floors
They lie at
night,
Spaces
Barely enough
to stir.
Music of
mosquitoes,
Music of
their nights.
Thursday, 26 April 2012
The Detectives’ Den
Screams,
Claims of innocence,
Pleas for mercy,
Screams.
The detectives’ den
Is full of hostages.
Desk Sergeants
Sit behind dilapidated desks
Counting ransoms,
Files
Brim with bail bonds.
Behind the desks
Banners beam;
“Police is your friend”,
“Bail is free”.
Skins
Are splashed with diseases,
Legs wobble,
Hands are handcuffed behind.
In quivering voices
Hostages
Strapped of cash
Beg for moratorium.
The rest of humanity
Hug
Indifference.
Sunday, 15 April 2012
The Testimonies Are Threadbare
Miracle merchants
Mount microphones,
Miracles
Tumble in torrent.
Tithes
Tumble into tithe trunks,
Offerings
Submerge into offering sacks,
Suffering is on sabbatical.
Miracle seekers
One after another
Mount altars
Mouthing testimonies,
Their love for microphones
Immeasurable.
Shadows terrify them
And tie them to the togas
Of merchants of miracles.
The terrors tarry,
The miracles emerge,
The testimonies are threadbare.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
The Coffin Carrying Courage
The requiem
Resounds,
The cries.
The tears
Cascade
On the city of coal.
The coffin carrying courage,
Clothed with cloth
Coloured green and white
Perch
Atop enu ugwu.
The bearded bard is here,
The masses
Are massed here
Moping tears,
Musing on their messiah.
From the bunker
Biafra
Bellows.
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