Day 80
#365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange
My soul is buried in sorrow
For there is bitterness in the marrow
My home has turned to a battle field
And the crops in the farm don't yield
No brother, no mother
Alone in a world without a father
Lost my blood in a bloody fight
When earth produced men with might
I cry, I weep, I groan
All I do is stare at the blind sun
The gentle breeze is no where to be found
Even the cool sea is in for a mourn
It all began a grief ago
When the minds of men picked up aggression
Mortals were slaughtered like sheep
And the spirit of humanity was murdered to weep
The living stood alone and wept
For their loved ones have gone afar
The land of immortals swallowed our people
And left us to mourn everyday
The sun has shut its eyes
Even the moon has gone blind
The air we breathe has turned sour
The rock shed not water but blood
For the land has seen evil
In the farm
We find the skull of our brothers
Crops have refused to grow
For all they absorb is blood
And all we can hear are ECHOES OF SORROW!
Blessing Nnenna Edeh is a Spoken word Poet, Winner/Ambassador of the Bassey Ekpenyong Poetry Prize 2018 and a student of the University of Calabar, studying English and Literary Studies.
#365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange
My soul is buried in sorrow
For there is bitterness in the marrow
My home has turned to a battle field
And the crops in the farm don't yield
No brother, no mother
Alone in a world without a father
Lost my blood in a bloody fight
When earth produced men with might
I cry, I weep, I groan
All I do is stare at the blind sun
The gentle breeze is no where to be found
Even the cool sea is in for a mourn
It all began a grief ago
When the minds of men picked up aggression
Mortals were slaughtered like sheep
And the spirit of humanity was murdered to weep
The living stood alone and wept
For their loved ones have gone afar
The land of immortals swallowed our people
And left us to mourn everyday
The sun has shut its eyes
Even the moon has gone blind
The air we breathe has turned sour
The rock shed not water but blood
For the land has seen evil
In the farm
We find the skull of our brothers
Crops have refused to grow
For all they absorb is blood
And all we can hear are ECHOES OF SORROW!
Blessing Nnenna Edeh is a Spoken word Poet, Winner/Ambassador of the Bassey Ekpenyong Poetry Prize 2018 and a student of the University of Calabar, studying English and Literary Studies.
Wow!! Beautiful. You really deserved the award at Bassey Ekpeyong's Poetry. Nice job, baby. Keep it up.
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