THEY DON’T LISTEN

They don't listen

Yes they don’t

Even when I shout for a month

Or course through my teeth

They won’t still listen

All I hear of,

Are their Cinnamons and Mahoganies

And yet my tales

Of the mighty Iroko

And his brother the Omo

Are unheard and ignored

I wish they’ll listen

More to the cries of orphans

Than to their whining ponies

Maybe then their minds would have heard

All that their ears shut out

Had my tales of Abikus

Been real enough to them

Then their kids

Would have shown more respect

But then respect as they say is reciprocal

Had Amadioha’s shrine

And Sango’s staff

Not been desecrated

Maybe then they would have been saved

From Catherina and Rita’s wrath

I hope one day they’ll listen

And maybe then their earth would seize to quake

And their land would stop to slide

Maybe just maybe then

Damnation would be delayed.

And who am I

But a bitter minstrel

Sitting on the road side

Waiting for someone to listen.

Ekejiuba ‘prince ice’ Innocent