Papa's Song Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I have waited this long
Just to see the sun roll up our suffering mat
And hope return to my household
Not in the season of my song
Shall there be famine in the land
Not in my time shall the walls
Of this compound fall apart in tears

Not in my time would there be
No cry of a baby in this compound
Not in my time, not in my time
Not in my own season of song
Never! Not in my generation shall there be
Wailing and groaning, nakedness of the children
Seen in the street of Nkporoland

Adake- the gods could hear my song
The sweetness of the flavoure there in
She is not deaf nor is she blind
To see what they have done in our farmland
Not in my time, not in my life time
Shall mankind be forgotten nor beg for food

Not in my season of song shall
The lizard fight the hawk cruelly
Noy in my time shall the lion run away
From the stupid goat
Not in my time shall the fowl challenge
The dog in a physical combat, never!

Poverty go, you have feasted enough
Tearing down our stronghold and cutting
Down our pride, not in my time!
Not in my time! Not in my season!
This song in my throat is causing me pains
I bore the sound in my mouth to speak
To the parrot to sing along with me
To tell the world with my song
Not in my time that all will die