Christmases Poem by Nichola Okoro

The pain in your heart only hope severs
The look in their eyes only truth betrays
The thoughts in their heart only the heart can hide
But what news has the third eyes conveyed?

The tension they incite against your lifespan
Never mind, fame shall give birth to sycophants.
But ‘cause you have wisdom to address it,
Will self knowledge be all?

The right of thinking independently
The populous globe has quenched
Aren’t we all guilty and still accomplices?
Knowledge…. Oh… knowledge ….oh
When can one ever be bold for the equivalent
K…n…o…w…l…e…d…g...e?

They tell me change changes
But I’m uncertain perhaps the merry –go-round
Tell these physical eyes
I think change changes and is balanced
With constancy and to its operators.

Our shortcomings are we’ve no listening ears
We’re too quick to prattle
One would have regretted being alive
You see … we’re slaves, preys at certain clocks

The tragedy of living is life
The comedy of dying is dead
The shilly shally … mishy mashy…
May all the shilly...mishy…mashy
Rain the storms.After all, the storms of life
The cigarette is sweeter.

I’ve puffed a stick and never coughed
Yes, the pains gave me confidence
I used to be afraid to sin
I used to feel but I understand
Carefulness is for those who make no choice

No one can shut this lip ‘cause the stage
Is for all personae
The members of cast are indispensible
We may never understand…but this stage
I shall be the best director, producer
Best script… scriptwriter…the…best …
II
My mien is divine like childlikeness
I’m a new artist who never plays
Tragedy like Aeschylus, Sophocles
Neither am I like Aristophanes…but Menander

You see the chains could see repellent smoke
Being belligerent to it. The pinion…
Can’t be pinioned ‘cause my spirit fights

May the Christmases of staunch sorrow extinct
May rivers of constant journey dry up
May the crowd of conspiracy never progress
May veritable thoughts be Christmases
May everyone recall your writing
May fame and attitude spring like moisture
Beyond the goods of the dew in Umuohiri
May mountain cease to be problems; challenges
The pain in your heart only hope severs.