The Legend Of Nachi Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

THE LEGEND OF NACHI
Tales abound of the healing water,
Anonymous world wonder of our century.
Gospel from a herdman, long prophecied.
To and fro bikes like hungry matching ants,
Dropped people in the hole of miracles.
Virgin Pool, not mothered by Oji river;
Soaked with naked praying people
Who were ragged, flagged and ill-tagged;
Cries that cracked the heart of the rock,
Pinched the earth to shade elixir drained
From the aquatic compassion of Rapha.


Health dethroned crowned afflictions,
The long dynasty of sorrow abdicated.
Then pale faces glow at taste of testimony.
Trees held crushes and plasters as trophies.
But the healer bore a sword that slew;
Its paradox to shun sinister and fiends
Whose darkness can't covet its light.
The myth of Bethsaida in our black land,
It's galloned, but not Guiness recorded,
Frustrated the merchandise of the greed.
It's the stir of an angel for the favoured,
That dried into history before desecrated.
Life's the taste of the Legend of Nachi.

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