As Long As The Earth Exists Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

As long as the earth exists
men are the eternal victims
is there sense in it?
To let son fight the giant
the father could not defeat
to let life go on just like that?
We've waited for so long a time
and we are still waiting upon hope
and till the last moment, every housefly
Is a bee! We've been bitten repeatedly
We've been soaked in this misery
and till the last moment, every housefly
Is a bee! Every goose is a swan!
Until the very last moment, till then,
we'll hope for the very best
And would see nothing wrong, and worst;
we won't face the whole truth,
we would rather thrust the truth
away with our own hands. Both hands!
I would want to know it afterwards,
who ate the bread from heaven
or the original fruit from Eden, again.
We have failed to ask this one question;
the answer is everywhere we turn:
Which parent would let their children battle
the devil they themselves could not subdue?
I would like to know it afterwards:
The rewards for merit and demerits
Could it be that the man who possesses
wisdom would die from ignorant's lashes?
I would like to know it afterwards
Why we have abandoned our own large Obis
and live in another man's small mansion
as gardeners; why we've forgotten so soon
our own age and our father's own?
this is it: the hearth of the fallen
Nothing exists to fight or be fought for,
nothing to live and hope for
our last hope - now a dying shadow
is beckoning for help and sympathy. Now
and again our sun loses its glow,
no signs. That was it; our tomorrow,
Our hope! The last piece of firewood
in the hearth. But it's enough firewood!