POEMS: Inmates of time

Prof Victor U. Chukwuma

By Victor Uzodinma Chukwuma

32.  Am return

Am return, you asked me.

The Sun’s rags

Have left here wet;

The gods’ hats left in the rains.

Am return, you asked me.

The shinning alters

Now host refuse from the kitchen,

Lost and forgotten in high heaps.

Am return, known I before,

I should not have left the village rim.

Worst still, could have drank of sacrilege,

And danced happily under the jeering canopy.

Am return, who will buy my seedlings

In the face of their harvest.

The aliens’ fruitage have crippled

Thoughts for the land and you gods.

Sorrow my soul, our gods are exiled,

Their Teary eyes in vain wait beckon

From Nero’s drunken choristers

Whose blood feed the stable flies.

32. The light of God

After the third crow,

The light

Will its emancipation drip

From the metallic crypt.

The jailers bastion will

No longer stand

As the tremor of awareness

Sweeps through the cage.

The aliens’ shackles torn,

The carnation

Will give more blend

To the wind of the day.

Then the bond of Old

That speaks one,

And acts as one

Will resurrect…

Victor Chukwuma, Professor of Physics, renowned for his immense contribution to the development of Astronomy and Space Science in Nigeria, is a Fellow of the Astronomical Society of Nigeria and the Nigerian Institute of Physics.

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