POEMS: Inmates of time

Prof Victor U. Chukwuma

By Victor Uzodinma Chukwuma

90.  My  African Princess

Done with the stamp

of black pride,

and the fragrance of gasmine

yet mute.

With the grace of a gentle river

her silent hands

cut across

our national partition.

By the heart of a lioness,

she steps across

fences divisive tongues built,

to accept a brother.

Done with the stamp

of black pride

and the fragrance of gasmine,

the day she was born,

must have been a marvel.

91. Come the next thunderstorm

Happily the lords of the manor

wine and dine on the fiddle

as souls in purgatory languish

from their swindle.

If our lives in desolation

they still refuse to kindle,

their flame will be over

like a jet blown candle.

Now lost living off our patrimony,

our living flies them off the handle,

unmindful that their world

will in no time crumble.

Yes, come the next rainstorm

 our souls will dandle,

and no more will we be

wrapped in  their dirty bindle

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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