I have no shoes

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

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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1 Response to I have no shoes

  1. Oyetade Juliet anuoluwapo says:

    Wow….this really expresses the griefs of our hearts..truly there is purgation of emotions in poetry…..**doff ma hat**.

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