Featured Poem: Sorry To The Past - by Ofordum Chukwujekwu

SORRY TO THE PAST

Sorry to the past

Where I was not much of a cast

What a niggling thought I have of you

Like a schnook I lived in you, and not with you.

You’ve affected my mind like a peyote

And in my future, you wait to pulverize me like a coyote.

Sorry to the you, who I lovingly hate

Who need not to be my mate

Existed from the beginning

The eerie and hermetic world of demeaning,

Placed me in a bewilderment of sorrow

Painted in blooded sky, the tearful eye hopeless of the morrow.

Sorry to the being

Who watched my ancestors, euthanized to their graves with a swing

Fought the unfair and honorific war for my freedom,

Even my punctiliousness cannot repay their martyrdom.

With the priceless chains, abroad they rode

Nothing thrown at half mast, notwithstanding their bodies on the road.

Sorry to the tree

On which they hung light and free

Stories that gives children the creep

Like death’s close to its keep

And in their long insouciant sleep

I steep myself in thee so deep.

Sorry to the tear

You poured as rain, so dear

Your idea to squelch was a mirage,

Like an aeroplane in a garage.

In mortification you stood in rage

Forced to open every page.

Sorry to the culture

Like a tyre with a puncture

To the law, broken with claws

To the religion that lost its Union.

Sorry to the me, who broods at thee

You live in my every second

Taking note of every record

Every second moves into time past

And I’m sorry to the time past

To where my mind is cast.

- Ofordum Chukwujekwu

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