John Chinaka Onyeche // BASKET OF NEGLECT // Poetry
John Chinaka Onyeche
BASKET OF NEGLECT
today's undone work is axed
into oblivion by the chores
that thud on it tomorrow
and spit it in the basket of neglect
Lenrie Peters
today, the world is misty-seeing,
the bloodbath traversing of history:
from her window, she watches,
the harming of her own before ideologies.
& she sat there, whispering, defend;
defend yourself against your invaders,
& invade your invaders & defend yourselves,
where our humanity is questioned.
indeed, the world embodies blind-observance.
if we neglect the lives of the innocents,
today it is Gaza, tomorrow it might be you:
if we keep basking in this basket of neglect,
the same was the genocide we called the Holocaust,
same we will be called by generations to come.
now & hereafter, the world dwells in darkness.
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SILENT IN SUDAN: A CITY NAMED AFTER A GOD
If you come back home alive, as rhyme returns, unharmed, say to yourself, Thank you!
- Mahmoud Darwish
There is a city named after a god,
But its inhabitants know no divinity.
Every day they beg the man on the seat:
Shall we live the next?
Or should we become child soldiers?
& god said:
Let us make our brothers
In the likeness of rubbles,
& justifying our fits of anger
Over our humanity.
& there was an evening,
A rocket sounds in Sudan,
& our humanity lay in waste,
& the world remembered them not,
But in silence & silent in Sudan.
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