(To those born this day)
If my soul be snatched away from its body,
And my sanity be turned into madness;
If my sight be dimmed to darkness,
And my soul be soiled with sorrow;
Nothing in my might can change it.
If my days be long like the Nile,
And my brain be charged to think like Solomon;
If my eyes be tinted to see all at sight
And my soul be greased to in slip elation;
Nothing in my might can change it.
I am a ship on the sea;
Troubled when the storm rages,
Settled when billows roll over.
The sailor in his might steers
And I become just a mere pawn
made inconsequential.
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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A beautiful poem.