Hope is
hopeless;
Mercy
is left bleeding in the dust,
Still
destiny comes through.
The
falcon has deserted the falconer;
The
melancholy strain died on the lips of the reaper.
Still
destiny comes through.
The
wind is ripping off my house of cards.
I go to
war to find one reason to be strong,
And stand
in the measure of a man.
I’m so
blinded by my fears,
Can’t
see Providence’ hands sketching a sparrow’s fall.
It’s
all too deep for tears
It
tumbles off my mind’s walls
Like
ricochets in a cave from a ghost’s footfalls.
Here I
am about to toss it up.
But ha!
Destiny comes through.
Depression
crashes in like tidal waves
Cuffing
hearts of men, taking modern slaves.
The
race would not oblige the swift;
Expectation’s
at odds with them that believe.
Still
destiny comes through.
The
cock will not crow at dawn,
The
stars are black diamonds in a field of gray,
Invisible
to eyeballs
Of stranded
travelers on life’s highway.
But
your blues ain’t like mine
And hope
flickers, a tiny glint among landmines.
Still
destiny comes through.
Hard work
gifts the riches of poverty;
Education
is a fat bitch
Vast as
the desert of eternal vanity.
Perseverance
will suck you dry like a leech.
Ignorance
is bliss
Where men
beg in style and live on their knees.
Strength
of valiance
Is a
long shot from coming at the call of adversity.
Each
day like weighty dark clouds giving a storm warning
Is heavy
with the child of uncertainty,
Yet, someway,
somehow, destiny comes through.
Thundering
walls cut the warmth of the sunshine;
The red
sea blurs the skyline;
Meanwhile,
opposition take turns picking fights;
On a
pair of broken wings and pitched like kites;
As if
trying for variety at the worst of times,
Destiny
comes through.
Akpan
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