Poem: ​THE WEIGHT IN THE WAIT by john Vincent 

We still wait behind
with the weight in our wait,

none of the burdens has reduced

but, they are adding more and more 

In each day that passes by.

In case you see us like goats with broken legs,

death is no more far, he is like a distance from

our nose to our eyes.

We caused the thorns in our weight; we caused it.

Here, we waited for the weight to be weightless,

we still sit here waiting without acting.

With the weight in our wait, we sold our conscience for a penny, and watched the murderer of justice

in the land escaped through our nose.

We have nothing to offer anymore than bitter sweet tears and voiceless voice dying in fear.

Our griefs broke from us to our home which

as our oppressors phrased it were:

“The uglist sorrowful life ever seen”

We still sing bitterly here with the weight in our wait.

(C) John Chizoba Vincent

       Voices Of Vincent 2016

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