What more can i say
Of trials and travails
Or trauma and horror
Of monks and nuns
Of pagans and necromancers
What more can i say
Of these to my generation
Who seek liberation and justification
As moles they grope in caves
And Ichabod wraps them in graves
What more can i say
Of needless ramblings
A stone gauged in the sling
The bow and arrow is set to bring
The Avenger down with a big bang
What more can i say
Of you and I
When the Sun of righteousness
Arises with healing in His wings
© 1/09/09 BY: CHINELO A. ONWUBUYA
wow, i like. especially the scriptural allusions. well done.
Good spiritual stuff.
i love it totally,every line and its spiritual intonations.thank you.
I agree that it has spritual undertones. It is a nice poem.
awwwwwwww,really loved every line.nice.
i liked the title, reminds me of an old encounter with a lecturer
End of the matter. Nothing more to be said.
Well done!!!!
Doink…I must leave my own comment.