HANG NO TEARS HERE, BOYS.

Do not hang memories on my shadow!
do not remember home to yourself!
Let the bed feel your absence on its
warmth with lurking passion interwoven.
Do not hang your thoughts here, boys,
Lest you burn yourself into ashes of Eden.

Do not hang tears on my eyes now!
For the productivity of sin is in death
&the genocide here are the whole of
abessive cruelty found in your eyes,
help me gather your roaming shadows,
for the feast of this land is the call
you hold on the dawn of a sudden dew.

Do not look the sun on the face with fear!
an unbroken chain of verses from book
of colours termed men racism of the earth.
this is how society raised you with gap
of saddened life & gory detailed miseries & your father told you that Africa is noble,
a lie which made the birds went into labour.

hang no secret here, boys, not in here!
Hang no clothes here, boys, end this pity.
My head is too weak to defend you;
For my mouth is too slippery to speak
of the evil your mothers committed...
For my legs are too defeated to walk down
memory lanes of the African sins.

This is how Africa raised you in her land,
She made you look like favorable flowers,
She made you look like desirable foetus,
like tamed lions & rejected pleasures...
like abadoned sweet savoured melodies!
hang no thought on my head, spirited boys.
Go, go on, fight your ownself & gain voices.

This madness pointed the accusation
finger & it'll end with a voice like yours.
hang no tears here on my statues,
Go out there and make yourself a god to yourself before the moon peeps again.
Let me be a stream to your cackling feelings
Whose time has no space for spirits bearing life behind the future scenes of boys.

©John Chizoba Vincent
#The_Boy_Hero