Word's Words Poem by Michael Eziudo

Did you not hear it when then I spake
To you that thinks birthing a child aparents you
The goats birthed too and the hens hatched
Who would expect morals from a chick or manners from a kid
I shall demand of thee in time not long
The blood of this heritage that lacks your touch you watch

And to you I still speak
Bring them to me and let me lead them to the peak
Let them know that black is bad and white is good
Tell them brother is a brother at front and at 'hind
But you chose to teach religion over godly lifestyle and what they wish to hear over the truth
The pews and the altar in bloodshed an accomplice

And to you I drew my ears when I spoke
Education is power but abused one is death
As you that holds the chalk plays corruption
I see no future in tomorrow
And you in no time eats sand in your bread
The result of today's practice shall cause you tears when you're to rest
I ask why you say to blame them in power

You that wears the crown didn't hear when I spake
Emass the wealth that follows you to no grave
Come with laws that answer to your immediate prayers
These eyes that watch today shall with whip question you tomorrow
What trees you planted for the fruits of their time
And unmannerism and immorality excel
Where upon you chase to gather unnecessary wind into empty pockets
A home of red-hot coal in a haven of fiery funnance await you

Loudly and sonorously I spake and still speak
To you who think ignorance excuses future pains
As you lay your bed so you stay on it
Poverty and frustration hands akimbo await you at the deep top
Would be deaf at your cries of 'it ain't my fault'
The law of posterity is plain and thus shall teach you but late you learn now
That pleasures before pain could anti-clockwise go
Had you learned on your own or from a channel not far
Or that before every make-be lies was a sincere truth earnestly told