VULTURES

A Poem by Sylvia Chika

He saw the vultures flying

Around him

And over him

They watch

Gazed

Mocked

One…two…three

Vultures here

Vultures there

The vultures watched

They tried to tie him down with silly rituals

The kings and priests of tradition

He talked about his dreams

His vision

His goals

They laughed at him

They poked his head

They wished he him dead

An object of ridicule

Underrated and scorned

He asked for help

No one reached out

A pout here

A shove there

He was hurt

But not discouraged

For he knew who he was

But no one saw it

Sack on his back

He started his journey

Ignoring comfort

Seeking his first brick

The brick for his building

The empire he saw in his dreams

He spread the word

He sort for help

No one reached out

Like the echo of a gong

His words were loud and clear

He was determined

He struck hard

But found no gold

This was beginning to get old

Pained and sad

He fell to his knees

A little prayer

A moment of praise

He got back on his feet

He struck again

But no gold insight

It seemed like it was all in vain

The rains came

He took cover

The sun shined

He resumed his labor

Another strike

The ground was soft

So soft and moist

Easy to dig

He dug deeper

Digging without mercy

The darkness crept in

He felt sad and disappointed

And then he saw it

It was beautiful

It was there

Step one was done

Time flew by…

…His empire in sight

His future so bright

Trade here

Trade there

A merchant he became

The coins abundant

Clothes of silk

Houses and estates

Bricks upon bricks

His empire fully established

The vultures reappeared

The news was everywhere

The old him disappeared

The new man shining so bright

They watched

They whispered

Their faces covered in shame

He no longer cared

Their presence hurt him not

A dream of years ago

Now an empire on the rock

By Sylvia Chika

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Bonaventure Onuabuchi

The narrative nature of the poem helps the reader a lot in capturing the message of it- and the diction being simple and clear contributed immensely to that success. Like the poet's personel, the poem portrays the importance of being determined and consistent while pursueing a dream. Despite the hurdles and thorns which may be coming in the form of human's mockery and derision, we're being urged not to allow the pain, anger and shame of failure to overwhelm the anticipated joy of triumph. Nice job sister- Bona.