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HANG NO TEARS HERE, BOYS by John Chizoba



Day88
#365daypoetrychallengeonadvocacyandsocialchange

HANG NO TEARS HERE, BOYS

Do not hang memories on my shadow!
do not remember home to yourself!
Let the bed feel your absence on its
warmth with lurking passion interwovown selfot hang your thoughts here, boys,
Lest you burn yourself into ashes of Eden


Do not hang tears on my eyes now!
For the productivity of sin is in death
&the genocide here are the whole of
abessive cruelty found in your eyes,
help me gather your roaming shadows,
for the feast of this land is the call
you hold on the dawn of a sudden dew


Do not look the sun on the face with fear!
an unbroken chain of verses from book
of colours termed men racism of the earth
this is how society raised you with gap
of saddened life & gory detailed miseries & your father told you that Africa is noble,
a lie which made the birds went into labour


hang no secret here, boys, not in here!
Hang no clothes here, boys, end this pity
My head is too weak to defend you;
For my mouth is too slippery to speak
of the evil your mothers committed...
For my legs are too defeated to walk down
memory lanes of the African sins

This is how Africa raised you in her land,
She made you look like favorable flowers,
She made you look like desirable foetus,
like tamed lions & rejected pleasures...
like abadoned sweet savoured melodies!
hang no thought on my head, spirited boys
Go, go on, fight your own self & gain voices


This madness pointed the accusation
finger & it'll end with a voice like yours
hang no tears here on my statues,
Go out there and make yourself a god to yourself before the moon peeps again.
Let me be a stream to your cackling feelings
Whose time has no space for spirits bearing life behind the future scenes of boys.


©John Chizoba Vincent
#The_Boy_Hero

John Chizoba Vincent is a cinematographer, filmmaker, music video director, poet and a writer. A graduate of mass communication. He believes in life and the substances that life is made of. He has three books published to his credit which includes "Hard Times", "Good Mama", "Letter from Home". "For boys of Tomorrow" is his first offering to poetry. He lives in Lagos.

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