31 Days Of Poetry- Day 1- TEARS FROM AN OLD MAN'S EYES- by Bob Ekat


For ninety-five years
I’ve traversed the stretches of the cosmos 
Roamed the fiery streets with fears
Dined with paupers and condoned the pompous
Looked around the dreary town with its ailing masses and virtues blazed
My fragile heart ached        
Eyes glazed
Mind dazed
At what we faced
I’ve watched as humans chase
Wealth, power, fame
But neglect their names
I’ve watched as mercies of blessings have become the bane 
Of the game of life, bringing shame and carnage pain
I’ve watched as brothers kill brothers like Cain
And friends become foes, struggling to trail same lane
I’ve seen fathers rape daughters and brothers do same
Men sleep with animals, and a dog fucks a dame
I’ve watched, I’ve seen, as the young child cries 
These are the tears from an old man’s eyes

 After ninety five years, I’ve become a serving sage
Watching as leaders put the people in a cruel cage
I’ve seen my fellow men work without wage and wail 
The leaders feed fat, while the workers get frail
The banks get the bail, while the people are sent to jails
Face travails
And as hopeless as nails
I’ve watched as men struggle for power, shedding blood
Using the youths, the future, O help us lord
Ethics have been thrown to the mud
Values, swept by flood
So odd
O God
I knew a man in cell condemned to hell
He prayed for a second chance to make things well
Got released, and freedom, he yelled
Became a leader and swept by the smell
Looted our wealth
Amassed strength
But later left
Succeeded by one weak in health
I’ve watched, I’ve seen, I’ve heard their lies
These are the tears from an old man’s eyes

 For ninety five years, I’ve lived a squalid life
Struggling since five, and till date, a strife
Dismissed from service for upholding the truth
They wanted a mute
Who would swing to their tunes
As they broke rules
I look around Nigeria
 I hear wails of death like then in Liberia
I see anarchy and confusion like that of Somalia
The past hits me with a pang of nostalgia
And I break down and cry for my land
 I share these thoughts so that we can stand
Re-brand
Put our hands on the sand
And make our land grand
 I’ve watched, I’ve seen, and I urge you to rise
These are the tears from an old man’s eyes!

Bob Ekat is the author of “Tears from an Old Man’s Eyes”, and the winner of the Sentinel Centre Performance Poetry Prize.  He is a co-initiator of the Pen Society, a literary organization which searches and refines new voices.  He has performed at notable poetry platforms, such as Word Slam, Word up, Poetry Potter, Soul Storm, the US Consulate’s Read out loud, and the Black Heritage Festival.  He was contracted to write and perform a poem for Coca Cola at its 125th global anniversary.

Bob is a poet who writes as the muse leads, exploring themes of love, adventure, revolution and  the metaphysical.

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