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Prose
poetry
I
wish that my pen would keep bleeding until these phrases slide thro every brain
straight down to the heart and jump-start every good reaction.
I
wish the jangling chains of discord would morph into a three-fold cord that strums
on key and trusses all disparate sentiments in one bond. I wish our world was not
so apocalyptic; that kids could roam free and wild on the streets and their
folks would not make a fuss.
I
wish that wishes were horses and families who knew all about losses could have
one hell of ride and leave their worries panting in the dust. I wish that
education was free and every child could have a shot at his/her dreams. I wish
that children who grew into adulthood had a chance to prove their grit.
I
wish that life wasn’t so competitive, after all. I wish that homegrown love
could lift our eyes above our noses, make us feel another’s pain.
I
wish that truth is standard again; I wish that we could return to the days of Eden and initialize our paradise
regained.
I
wish that the community of nations could be made to see that in diversity, there is beauty and strength.
I wish that the content of character was the measure of a man’s worth.
I
wish that every morning when I open my eyes in waking, I could see the colors
of the rainbow bouncing off the walls of reality. I wish there was a touch of ambrosia
to every smile and pure sweetness in every heart.
I
wish that skeletons of stillborn promises could heed the prophecy in the wind’s
howling and meld tissue to sinew to flesh to skin to emerge and stand forth a
mighty army of attestation.
I
wish that the body of every soulja who falls could wear a smile of accomplishment.
I wish that these heroes being dead could get us thinking about better days.
I
wish that tomorrow is forever.
I
wish our faith in today could raise us on wings of eternity until we rise above
our situations and render limitations obsolete; up and higher beyond all
short-sighted expectations, into a home of serenity and rewarded longing.
I
wish that the faint of heart could hope again; I wish that the dying could
breathe again. I wish that the voices in the storm could marshal calm into this
conundrum.
I
wish that respect for a man’s right to liberty, to life and pursuit of
happiness could ultimately annihilate the skit of justice witnessed in our day.
I
wish that all these wishes were dynamite so that he who reads might explode off
the page.
Akpan
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