Poem-The Burden of Truth

THE BURDEN OF TRUTH

 

The burden of truth has tangible weight.

The Guardians of Truth lie in wait

Holding faithfully the ancestral line,

Regal robust upright, somewhat difficult to define.

Made of fine substance given by the Gods

It is not at all at odds,

With the inescapable truth

That lies hidden, but not for those who play sleuth;

Determined to get to the very bottom of it all.

Have you heard the words uttered by the Oracle?

Does it condemn you to slavery and damnation?

As you leave the shores of this nation

Never to return, to see the sun set

As it did from your youth until you and destiny met.

A meeting that the Guardians of Truth had foreseen

Would bring the downfall of the Sacred Forest, ever so green!

A maiden so young yet so beautiful

Has cast a spell on the land so powerful,

That it has left the elders stunned.

How come the Oracle had not forewarned?

That one so young, yet consumed with such evil power

Could deliver such a blow at this fateful hour

When we thought man had regained his place

In time and space.

Even the Masquerades had failed us

We had no choice eventually, but to embrace the Cross.

 

 A poem from the novel  “ The Burden of Truth” (Work

 In progress).  August 2009

 

Emeka Dike.