Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Stephen Okereke Micheal writes


My son,
Draw nearer and hear with your ears

As a chick, I lived in crony with an eagle
Who furnished me with faded wings to fly.
I folded my wings and schooled in the den of lions
Therein my head was fashioned with a crown of bravity
I served in the hilly temple of an ant
Where beds are laid today for tomorrow's rest
My son,
Pick a leaf from my leaves,
Walk and work with your eyes plugged on the sky
Fetch wings and fly, fly high like an eagle into the sky
Beyond the reach of the cruel hands of doubting gravity
My son, fear not, but fear fear.
Good night.

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