Saturday, 2 June 2012
MOTHER EARTH (by SIMEON ASIGBO- CASNOVEE)
many a time have your continents drifted and merged,
jostled like a twig on sea,
then cloven and sundered and slowly diverged,
while great mountains silently sank to thier knees.
Long and long were your eons of ice,
long were your decades of fire,
from time timeless has there been the bleeding of men,
and the darkness that cancels desire.
Many and long were your empires of blood,
fewer were your ages of light,
now their lore and wars lies remote as stars,
frosty cold in blanketin night.
Now even your wisest canst restore,
a tithe of the truth man's lost,
nor even one book of the radiant lore,
that many treasured at a priceless cost.
For many are the pages the wind has torn,
and their hoarded secrets blown,
thumbed and chased through the eyeless wastes,
where the wreckage of history's thrown.
Simeon Asigbo (Casnovee)