*TALES FROM GENESIS 25
WHEN PAIN PAINS.
It never touch our hearts to feel,
It never steal a golden tears to flow,
It never shake a bone to shriek,
Nor a course to curse the day,
The pain never hurt like pain,
It’s not in the blood to stream.
In OWU’s market we still gently chant,
The pains of ALALUGBA we are yet to feel.
The cry of a wounded lion
On a chase to its cub sound like lullaby.
Oh, I know it never pains like pain,
For our hands are still folded in silence.
It never pain like love stronger than pain.
It still rob our hearts with etiolated hopes,
Trusting the pregnant morrow of calamity.
It never pain like a pregnant woman,
Gasping for breath to multiply the earth.
It never steal much smile of our prides.
The threat never grow in our marrow.
When pain pains then you will wake
With even an emaciated bones to fight.
When pain pains, and cry begets tears,
You will groan like Jabez,
You wilt talk till the deaf hear.
It never hurt like a broken oat,
Where bunches of promises
Are battered in horizon of trust,
Leaving the soul void and empty.
If it does hurt, your path wilt be made straight to one,
Living ahead of trust and its cohorts.
It never pain, where joy is dribbled
Right before your perfect peace,
Turning your home a wrestle mania.
How much do you give for love
And the product spoke much of Goliath?
When it pains, you wilt rise to action.
When you seek for meal in the field,
And found nothing to grease the stomach.
When your right is trashed before you
With scorn and sarcastic disdain.
Then you will rise up to your defeat,
And shun the hands that treat unity.
Nothing pays like freedom.
But who is worthy to fight the battle.
A folded arms under the bed
Only increase the punishment of martyrdom.
If it pains, voice out.
If it hurts, block the spaces.
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