Reuben the cursed son of Jacob (Poetry) – by Elisha Otome Okoromoba

Reuben the cursed son of Jacob (Poetry) – by Elisha Otome Okoromoba It was yesterday or was it not? Your voice echoed through your pen The ink glued to time and memories Like the running night clouds when The swift east wind wakes the sun   It is today, yes just today Your pen echoes through your voice Like the noisy okpolokpolo in Osho-drive’s chest The lyric of which there’s no dance step But bile mingled with disgust to our already flaccid legs   It was yesterday, yes just yesterday Your pen like a dragon rained fire To the defense of the commons and lowly Whose future from ages long have been distilled In the apparatus of fear, hopelessness and helplessness   I mean yesterday! Or was it not? When we all rushed to Wilmer’s paper stand To hear from the oracle of the Guardian Whose mouth spewed terror on government’s treachery As exemplified in Bukola’s lootitude anthem   Yea! It was you, yes you! Who gave heads and presidents the lingering flu At the threat of grenade and letter bomb Your pen like Voltron’s magical blazing sword Rubbished their excesses, dictatorship and cowardice   Oh today, yes just today Like the gloomy weather that signal heavy rainfall When we hide indoors to hope, chat and play Our warrior sleeps and dines with Dolus and Apate At the seeming high and unconquerable heavens of Aso Rock   The smell of Jacob’s fart Rummaging your senses to sweetness Is the axe and curse that writes your story in proverbs For when tomorrow shall come Today will be but yesterday and We will call you Reuben the cursed son of Jacob   Elisha Otome Okoromoba

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