That was what he told us
That won our hearts
And made us hail
Here comes our messiah
We thought he was like us
He would be empathetic in our cause
Because he had no shoes
He gained our sympathy
But now that many shoes
Are rivaling his two feet
He keeps them all for himself
The way one keeps useless concubines
And here we are whimpering
From the arch pains we incur –
Our daily bread – from our leaking feet
That has walked these craggy paths –
Our Gethsemane – without shoes
Yea, I remember he has no shoes
Now he has more than enough
For him alone to wear
Who cares now if we are without shoes!
Gabriel Bamgbose
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About Ijagun Poetry Journal
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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Wow….this really expresses the griefs of our hearts..truly there is purgation of emotions in poetry…..**doff ma hat**.