by: Emmanuel Isidore Udoma
You were taught to take up your cross & follow Christ,
To turn the other cheek for another imprint of palms;
Instead, you put your fingers in another’s eye
Even when your skin hasn’t been scratched.
On Sunday, you garment in white singing in angelic voices
Heartrending, soul searching praise & worship.
Monday comes, you undress like whores before wenchers
Wearing the devil’s smile, you watch humanity shelved:
~ “Executhiefs” plunging our commonwealth
~ Paupers pauperized plucking from their tree of plenty
~ Press censored stuttering where tongues ought to wag.
~ Freedom & truth exchanged for costly silence & free doom.
Tell me how you love God when you spite at his likeness?
How do you sleep at night when you walk past
Penniless paupers praying you for a coin’s miracle?
How do you preach love when your heart is filled with hate?
At the market, a man screams for help as he loses his body
In flames to tongues rolled into an “O”. Ole! Homo! You’re a passerby
Watching his groans smoke into heaven. It’s justice, you say.
O just judge! Retrace your steps & be sure of no wrongdoings.
You complain about bad leadership at the top, yet
Your constituents prefer Hitler’s reign to yours
How do you throw stones into water expecting no ripples?
Remember, the truth is like oil on the surface of water.
We are prayer warriors, fighting unspiritual battles.
We offer prayers for security challenges
And lacking social amenities. At every corner,
There’s a mushroom house of worship
Where we shout, Holy Ghost fire! Jesus!
The specious solution to our problems.
A tortoise crawls faster than our emergency services.
Here, the intensive care unit begs for blood and oxygen,
Potbellied politicians pose as powerful and influential
Yet call us, youths, the leaders of tomorrow.
Yesterday was the tomorrow promised our fathers.
Today is our foretold tomorrow:
When will our tomorrow come?