SATYAGRAHA (for Mahatma Gandhi) - Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi
What else on earth could be
starkly
Unfathomable as the magic of a true love?
It springs subtly out as an endless flow
From Eden's immortal brook,
Bequeathing new nutrients to
The famished belly of our weary earth.
It marches, mars and melts down enormous
Mountains of ageless hatred like a tough troop,
Crumbling the den of technical terrorists;
It nurses, nourishes the stricken minds,
Stabbed and choked in the lung
By the daggers of depression -
Tightly hugging the ghastly garment of anguish -
Dumped and dejected at the
Earth's irrelevant conners.
It accompanies the lonely souls,
Wandering, unchaperoned like a solitary cloud
On the boring express of a shy sky;
It strengthens the feeble bones,
Weakened to the marrow by an
Insufferable hammer of sickness;
It mends the pain of an injured heart,
Bleeding ceaselessly like a raw flesh;
It acquaints several thoughts of disparage worlds,
Torn and riven asunder by an ever confusing
Compass of the dividing distance.
Oh that the world abdicates
Hostile thrones of hatred,
Usurp love's modest empire -
Turning from hatred's thick thorns
To love's resplendent and tender petals;
Plotting everyone's feet -
The affluent, the paupers, et cetera,
On a seamless graph of genuine brotherhood
And real reconciliation, where various
Spirits of true humanity convincingly
commune in a comic confluence -
For we live to love and love to live!
Unfathomable as the magic of a true love?
It springs subtly out as an endless flow
From Eden's immortal brook,
Bequeathing new nutrients to
The famished belly of our weary earth.
It marches, mars and melts down enormous
Mountains of ageless hatred like a tough troop,
Crumbling the den of technical terrorists;
It nurses, nourishes the stricken minds,
Stabbed and choked in the lung
By the daggers of depression -
Tightly hugging the ghastly garment of anguish -
Dumped and dejected at the
Earth's irrelevant conners.
It accompanies the lonely souls,
Wandering, unchaperoned like a solitary cloud
On the boring express of a shy sky;
It strengthens the feeble bones,
Weakened to the marrow by an
Insufferable hammer of sickness;
It mends the pain of an injured heart,
Bleeding ceaselessly like a raw flesh;
It acquaints several thoughts of disparage worlds,
Torn and riven asunder by an ever confusing
Compass of the dividing distance.
Oh that the world abdicates
Hostile thrones of hatred,
Usurp love's modest empire -
Turning from hatred's thick thorns
To love's resplendent and tender petals;
Plotting everyone's feet -
The affluent, the paupers, et cetera,
On a seamless graph of genuine brotherhood
And real reconciliation, where various
Spirits of true humanity convincingly
commune in a comic confluence -
For we live to love and love to live!
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