Tales By Moonlight Poem by Uche Nwanze

Walking on this deserted road of life
My courage, food for the journey
I could hear the boisterous whisper of despair this cold harmattan night
Yet I rode on this road, silent screams my companion
This load too much to bear
Though the fables told be old
You can't fold the tables to get the crumbs
I'll stand on the path of truth no matter whose ox is goad
You need not be told when you see a toad singing at dawn
Aye! The old folks foretold it
The merchants sold us the pot of lies
Now our tail behind our legs
Alas! The trail has gone cold