He heard them.
They were coming
but he couldn’t run.
The Earth spurted blood
black birds circled in foreboding,
this farm is a prison and he’s its convict.
In a bright panorama,
he saw horrific things,
things that jarred his senses in an unspeakable way
The beaten and the burnt,
the hung and the torn,
the shackled and the maimed.
The tears, the gore,
and the stench of death filled his nostrils,
it clung to his skin and seeped into his bones.
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He walked the fields
the whispering ears of corn
caused him to shiver
tendrils of the melon
entwined his ankles
in an attempt to pull him down
ripe melons turned into heads
gruesomely lopped off
and rolling on the plantation floor
The sights he saw
made him break out in a cold sweat
his feet rooted to the ground too heavy to move
“It’s time for parents to teach young people early on, that in diversity, there’s beauty and there’s strength.” Maya Angelou
“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” Nelson Mandela
The World is made beautiful by its diversity. We must learn to embrace the fact that others are different and have a right to be.
We should never allow the evil antics of misguided few to dictate how we relate as humans.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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From the very first poem, “Dreams,” this book captivates with passionate and perceptive words. Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha captures a broad expanse of the human experience in this book of richly layered poems.