It's Time Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

It's Time



IT'S TIME
It's time for me to rise like a hero
Long chained in the valley of indulgence,
Catching butterflies and licking srcret apples.
I'll rise with the Sword like the seeker of Truth,
Embrace destiny as armour polished by prophecy.


It's time the earth smiles at my roar,
As I rise as a young lion out of a lazy den
To seize my falling pride and pull my whiskers
Out of rotten laps of bewitching lasses
For kings feast not on charming maggots.


It's time for me to raise my resurrected head
Out of the grave and comfortable boats,
Walk on the scaly water as the Light Himself
To illuminate this microcosm baptized into gloom,
For the veil of lying vanities is lifted
As Jerusalem curtain torn by revelation.


It's time to mount on wings as a bald eagle,
Soar to the pinnacle of my high calling,
With a flock of good archangels and princes.
And I'll shine like a constellation of Sirius
To all nations and tongues before the beast arises.


Time to blow the golden trumpet
To the deaf ears of straying seas,
Let real men quit themselves as mere men;
The battle is at our gate as night pirates.
O Time! Stoop low like a submissive chariot
Let me mount you like a faithful Tudor
And ride to glory, pursued by passion.

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01-09-16

Monday, January 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny
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