Poem by Ugwu Leonard Elvis
Grasp your days
I hear chartering echoes and mumbling ghosts,
Singing to hunger, the plea of no pleasure,
Holding basket of words thrown to a prosperous dusk,
Hallowing the furrow of unrevealed revelation.
I hear the winter Spring the Autumn,
The dryness of the raining season dried the harmattan,
Monkeys left hurdles to banana curdles,
Men died a hallow death of impending rust.
Inevitable colourless doom, beautifying the homely dust,
Dropping living stones of little nose,
I hear we all have a home beneath the soil,
Grasp your days lest you live in no mind…