Poem: We were all Jews

We were all Jews By Emeka Chiakwelu

The surpassing mind of thought bowering our collective history
There goes again reminiscing on the yester years of anguish
We did not chose the history of oppression, it landed on our backs
But somehow, someway it became our history
A hell of years to recollect, remember, cogitate
Setting aside of blues dropped, situated in winter air
Drowned by darkness, fabricated by a treacherous mind

What a wicked mind? Worse than a wicked mind wangling at night
A humiliation came from a diabolical mind, hatched in a stone bowl
While they sleep at morning, deadly night of destruction comes
Muted breath that hatred was a forerunner
Pointing fingers, wagging at spotless dew
Why the hate? Why the hatred?
Eye popping like a burning fire
Accusing the innocence of gutless tact

Why did you hate?
Blaming the situation on being seasonal
Seasonality of hate in question
But hate in autumn
Hate in winter as the cold wind of night crisscrossed
The hate even persisted in spring when lovely crispy leaves beckon joy
Even in the effervesce summer, hate never dries up
In the morning hate
In the Afternoon, hate comes again
So definitely at night hate stays
Hate no more, cultural permeation
It sounds a tedious pledge that never blossom
You generation of darts never ceases
History bears the devastating testament

The hate in Egypt where slave labor flourished
The stones gathered with withered hand, bleeding nails
Foot swollen with cover while trekking never stopped
Oh eyes that see the oppression, how do you sleep
Eyes could not close without evolving vision of humiliation
Oh little mind, while the perpetual contraction
Let rest in peace, never assented

In the Prussia oven were used… holocaust was hatched
Millions, more millions, many millions perished
Darkness prevailed in the landscape
While In London eviction, the London Bridge fell
Why the hatred….none dissevered mal treatment
Continuous staggering thought persisted
slippery path to be littered, the rapacious thought of dehumanization
We searching freedom in north, south, west and east
Let it be, for freedom belongs to free mind

Living amiss of freedom on the desert plain
Daughters of Jerusalem sing songs of freedom
How long can you live without freedom
Oh freedom rain from east\Oh freedom rain from West
Freedom where the keys to unlock liberty

At the glimpse of the opening door, here comes light
Light of freedom
Light of liberty
Yes, finally freedom came
In the soil of the ancient promise land freedom dwells
In the mirage of dusty wind freedom was lost
Devastating thought to recollect
Deep melancholy protruding endless thought

“Was Saul also among the prophets?”
Millions of Igbo perished in the rainforest
Fell in the battle, on the genocidal Biafra war
Blood soaked and poured on the hamlets soil
While children starved to death,
As starvation became a weapon of war
As the world kept quite like the days of Black hundred

For “the beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fallen!
Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Ye mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain, upon you, nor fields of offerings: for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty,.”

Yes he was a Jew
No she not a Jew
But so what, so what’s the difference?
Then who is a Jew?
We were all Jews.