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POEM: EPILOGUE By Ozichukwu Chukwu

Nze Fidelis Ozichukwu Chukwu

Creation
He willed, actualized.
Then the Fall;
The efficacy of the word
Is constant.
In the timelessness of reality, His incarnation,
Freed from every
bondage.

Now a New Covenant,
With the BIG picture,
the grand truths:
Spirit is life, truth, Justice and peace; make commonsense, not commonplace.
The grand norm
in the festival of best dust in the wind.
Take nothing for granted.
Karma strikes when least expected.

The Fighting is on, but the
Suffering cannot compare
With the glory
As victory is unique and glorious
For joint-heirs of the Throne, the Elect;
There’s no need for gate pass, nor password
Where there’s life, there’s hope.
He does not come late.

Then came the dialogues on promise
Taken as ripples across a pond
Gave rise to the battle of the millennium
Sustained by the word.
“I’ll not leave you orphans”.
In everyone a King.
“Hold me in contention.”
The Battle is of the Lord.

The hill got split, each its own direction, bearing the plagues,
And a wilderness of dreams;
Far from the lake of fire
And the rain of hailstorm
On giants of shrinking Faith
They won the battle to lose the war.

With the battle line overgrown
The troops left as if on AWOL
The mines are still on ground,
Vulnerable society, the battle fields not combed,
Troops not debriefed;

Would be heroes and heroines are
Celebrating unripe harvest, on active volcanoes.
Ladies half clad, men wearing ear rings.
Headless and Borderless, all in despair,
In the midst of plenty, sorrow swells.

Hmmm
Panic and misery.
These are no ordinary times, when order was the rule, conscience alive and law triumphed.
Disguise, thou art evil. Society in self alienation.
Children see no future,
Bear the pains with subdued anger, yet live with affection, without reflection, to retain sanity.
“sobbed and moaned themselves to sleep.”

At the memorial Square
The Queen read the citation in priceless pearls,
With cups overflowing with a mix of wine, vinegar and rum

The King with a hangover
Made the toast
Amidst clouds of horror
And songs of sorrow
In place of the dust in the wind.
Stood the Phoenix.

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