The Drowning Men Poem by Odiri Okafor

Drown in Adamic ocean of flesh
Hopelessly at the mercy of the big fish
Continuously, the ocean waves roar and wash
Deep down, unconsciously speak gibberish:
'We're on top of the world.' What a trash!
Yet, need to be saved from the happy anguish.

Here comes he who will end the spiritual mush
The drown will clutch at a straw, I wish
But they call him a bunch of wishy-washy
And the dirt they agreed to dish
On the innocent like a heap of rubbish
What a conscious decision to languish.

The rescuer receives thorns and whiplash
Not minding, fulfilled his mission in anguish
What manner of love he choose to lavish
On men who never care or cherish
Yet, determined to fight to the finish
But deep down, they choose to perish.

Victoriously calls all drown in the ocean of flesh
To accept their weakness and swim out afresh
Though, no more, his spirit will ever flourish
As many that believes, he will ever wash
Protect, care and will continually nourish
By and by, his kingdom, he comes to establish.


(Written: 20th January,2012)