LEFT or RIGHT - A tale of justice

Shoes have left and right,
We wear them to church
To kneel before the altar
To take the sacrament.
Father blesses the Communion
He purifies us:
Holy soul and dopey body;
But our shoes take us home,
One left, the other right still.

A lion wakes up ahungry,
A zebra sneezes with fear,
If they meet at the riverside
A race must ensue;
One prays for food,
The other begs to live.
Both prayers are heard
Only one is answered.
The one left is right?



The sun rules in the firmament,
But sometimes it doesnt.
The rain plotted a coup
And took over the reins.
The cloud cried aloud,
Thunders rent their voices,
But the big light was AWOL
And darkness covered the earth.
Is he right that is left?

Evil is live written backwards:
The farmer loves to fondle the ridges' breasts,
He too lives by milking the soil.
The herdsman likes to ejaculate bullets,
A shepherd, whose cows should not want,
And when he rapes the farmer for asking questions
He is left because he is right?

A flower for grandmas grave;
She died not deflowered.
Her suitors entered through the backyard,
Her name was Immaculate
And we are her conception:
We that live together;
That don't know the thickness of blood
It flows on the streets like a disturbed flood
Cornered by shallow trenches.
Another flower for grandma's grave,
She died with her virtue intact.
She left, but we are right.

Now, the luminaries are circling the village square,
We shall amass the wisdom Solomon left off
Of wooing the town with old tricks,
Of bunking and saying, I do!
 Are we in Ham's way
We who have seen the nakedness of our fathers?
We wait for 2019 to count who's left and rght. 


Written by Newton-Ray Ukwuoma