Isaac alesh Melchizedek – Confessions
(With the brothers and sisters in North-Eastern Nigeria)
there are no stars in our sky tonight
there are no smiles on our desert cheeks
but drizzling tears,
the dawn is dead like a mango leaf
yellow as fever;
withering, ugly, trapped
upon by passers-by,
even, the deadness hurts.
life has prickled us
with its thousand needles
we hurt, deflating, we become
lonely balls in a field of grass
each grass: wild, untrimmed,
left alone to look after itself.
there are grasses on mango trees;
tears, too, in a dawning day.
our leaves are empty promises
that dare not leave the dream-forest,
our fear is the fear of dying men.
Isaac alesh Melchizedek