Father Abraham (1) Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

Father Abraham (1)



As Father Abraham sat, In ground sololiquy, Musing and in reminiscence, Blood every where, Damn, damn, damn it! , My, my, my! Go, dig, done! Go, dig, done! he cried. Children that would not listen, See blood every where, From the desert to the gas chamber, Children that would not listen, Jacob children could not listen, It could't had been so! My God tired of them, Oh Israel would not hear!

Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: father
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is the heart cry of a concerned folk, for all the calamities that befell Israel as nation. Gas chamber refers to the halocaust. An act masterminded by the Germans during the second world war where 6 millions Jews were killed.
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