Crime And Punishment Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

I did not see or know,
Who, from nowhere this great ball threw,
Out of whose golden hand it was sewn,
Or whose great brain drew the plan.

The specialists on white robes give excuses,
Those with golden hair forgot their birthdays.
The birth of the merciless armed men too.
The felon - a long fork-tongued foe,
And maiden with unbridled lust for fruits.
The referee whose decision he awaits
Came wielding a long sword of love
And without the wisdom of the dove,
Inflates the ball, and there was air!
Only air! Mingled with noises and roar,
Hurrying to and fro among the nations;
The noble birth of the twins,
Of civilization, of light and art -
Amadioha's noble deeds - lost to the past;
Lost to the sight! All is still now,
But truth is hard, hard to swallow.

Great thanks to poets. And the Gods
That inspired and preserved the many lines,
The lines of life, the very beginning
To make us query the very meaning
Of existence, the purpose of this life,
This long passage from stage to stage.
Because what we know now are excuses!
Vessels in a porter's hands! The muses,

What happened to the perfect virgin vegetation?
The innocent dolphins deep down the ocean?
Did these drink also of the wrath?
Or they have no single worth?
Than to share in the same web we are caught
As if the Gods act without thought.