If Tomorrow Never Comes Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

If tomorrow never comes
my heart will be kept in your hands
you remember me when sword is seen by
my words will never lie like an eunuch wind
i tried hard to discard those ugly image of war from my heart
once and more, another image came to me
raw and shocking, causing me to flush and bite my lips
and i thought how cruel life could be.
how heartless and uncaring nature treat me
rivers of darkness, i swam in pains
as the battle line is drawn ahead of me

i want you to know how much i love you
have no doubt in your humble heart if you see me no more
i work in shield, against the charnel house
memories that threatened to engulf me
and i could not shake free from the cold hands of the past
let my image be caved in your heart
down on the alley are more good memories kept behind
that would shield you for ever

change has not come yet
to this part where life is a race
in which the strong trample the weak
remember my wills written in the wall
sound of my music flowing in your veins
down the river band behind the iroko
i tossed the bed of roses you gave me
although they seems stale but stagnant they stood
waiting for the remarkable day to come.

let my feelings and emotions remains not silent
welcome charity in sound mind
orphans and the homeless forget not
feat not alone in my wealth
least you become miserable

say me well to Michael
the son of short Ogbu Efi
we have known each other since ages
climbing hills and trees
take care of our children
wait no longer
teach them the myth and the culture of our kindred
and those folktales mother told us
tales of their father's tribulations, forget not.

this lonely road i walk
fighting for my country
the green leaves howl in tears as i trampled on them
in anger
i wear courage like a shield
attacking the enemies in the battle field so wide
thousands are slained and millions held captive
no retreat no surrender
my hands are stained with innocent blood
as i shrouded in mystery
know you that the love i gave
would for ever last if tomorrow never comes.