His dance play again, and
Like talking drum he spoke,
Only unwalled ears dance the
Rhythm of an Idol and
The prophecy kept for
Unrest sour times.
Dance of an Idol,
Misinterpreted like one
Singing virgin parables, and
Hearers exchange faces.
What is said, and
What is done not said…
The Idol,
A wild not mild on
The march to switch off
The race on God’s land.
He sang, bullets rained,
He rained bullets, we sang…
Only head, good and grayed
Lose labyrinthine threads,
And dance the song
Of the rough apocalypse.
The war is ancient,
Only breathing now
Win trophies, because we
Have pounded this wall
Like Berlin’s bliss, disdain us
This Warrior, the victory all
Life in fiasco unattained!
Let the Ikoro and Odu sound
From the race that pushed
The Idol into Warriors’ circle,
And the wrestle, write the
Idol on the urn
That unburns the Idol’s
Heart.
See him before earth,
To swell earth in earth, and
The year is a child still
As she gave the news.
Our burning wakes the mourning,
And like flowers tendered,
Such pain we will fertilize!
Only God kowtow we,
And jealous, it’s a compromise
We not compromise…!
When the apocalypse returns
The song disharmony, we
Will call this dance from
An Idol, and return the Idol
To ponder…
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Dike Dyke Williams @dwilliams
Poet and Writer Dike Dyke Williams was born in Lagos, Nigeria. His ancestral home is Abba, in IMO state, eastern Nigeria.To the glory of God alone(S.D.G), His poem "Love is the Peace" has been published in World Healing World Peace poetry Anthology. A recipient of six creative writing awards.Go to Dike Dyke Williams's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Life evolves…yet all things are connected
Thanks Aturmercy.
Why should our poems always be enshrined and ensconced in ambiguity and riddles? Does it make it a better poem?
NO!
Perhaps it is to much for people to write poems another mind can understand.
Lol…Kaycee, it’s poerty, and it should be condense. But Believe me, this is a poem on Late Ojukwu. I had to let the cat get out to stop others from entering the same pit. Thanks anyway.
Nice. Dunno if I understand it fully though; feel it has to do with Religious crises…
All the same, not bad. What’s with the formatting?
Well Ray, good try. The formatting is just some typo miss… Thanks
Nice elegy to a great hero…may his soul rest in peace!
Nice poem,though half comprehended.
Thanks Osondu. But with the revelation I gave to Kaycee you still grasp.
bros for being able to bring it this far i say congratulations – poetry is not understood when read in haste. cheers
Thanks bro.
Nice poem.
Somewhere into it, I realized I didn’t grasp it as much as I initially thought I did. As implied @mikeeffa, I’ll probably re-read it. A few things read wrong to me, but I’m kinda confused as to whether they were all part of the style.
His dance play[ed] again…
Well done, @dwilliams
Thanks Chimzorom. His “dance play” fresh bcos we live with that dance always.
Okay now. I guess I have to read this 3 more times. No comprende
Okay…goodluck…lol
What a poetic tale and ode to a great idol. “He sang, bullets rained,
He rained bullets, we sang…” – Quite a chiasmus!
Impressive ink my man!
Thanks Dowell Brother. I just had to write abstract for an ABSTRACT man!