Say Me Well To Them Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Have we but all the time under the sun
I won't have journey alone to faraway mountain
To secure the destiny of the commoners from the Jews
I could have waited until the conversion of the Jews
But destiny has its own way of dealing on individuals
Am gone out of the surface but not from your heart
Free the birds without songs but not my slaves
Until the blacks are free from bribery and corruption
Shall I return to announce that I am black
Black in the heart, black in the body and soul
Return the paradise to my people in Nkporoland
Paradise lost, jungle regained in the African kingdom
If tomorrow never come as I journey down
Say me well to Nkporoland for she is a true mother
She beheld me in her arms and cleansed my tears
Fed me with her succulent breast with no sad face
Say ne well to oganigwe, the great hunter
We danced under the rain before the sun when
The colonial masters returned the titles to us.
Then we shared wives and mistress in the dark
To igwebuike, he acted just like his name
He stood against all odds to raise the Biafran flag
During the war between the two elephants of the forest
Say me well to them that wished me journey mercy to the field
The football field is large but my broad heart is large
If you could separate the three hands of the fan
You could separate my love for the unborn generations
Say me well to my children, children of the eagle
I look not in pain rather I drive to achieve my aims
Say me well to my wife- my growing vegetable
Words unsaid hurt a lot in the heart of the beholder
Never abandon my wish for the days are evil.