My Beads Are Fallen Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

MY BEADS ARE FALLEN

Have you seen my strength and willpower?
Can you help me find my wisdom and authority?
They are fallen into the hands of the white master
My beads are fallen and I can't find them
The sound was unheard in the empty room
I can't see courage and braveness which once
Lies in me like the Nkporo goddess in her shrine
I can't find my strengths to confront my confronters.
My beads are fallen like the coconut from it Tree.
They took us forcefully like the homeless fowl
Took away what we have in the morning before
The Noon of the blessed day.
Here was where my green beads lies
There my black Priceless beads once covered
But the masters mined its gut and left it worthless
My beads are fallen and I can't find them.

(C) John chizoba vincent