When the
enemies come like a flood
They gathered
roundabout me with their rod
Their hands
were stretched forth to take my peace
They took an
oath that the battle will never cease
When my case
was presented before their gods
They sold a
lie as they barked like dogs
They have
constantly threatened to reduce me
And have
decided what my fate will eventually be
When their lords
forged their fierce swords in fire
To rip my
heart apart was their sole desire
They have
concluded that help is beyond my reach
And have my
soul as their celebration dish
When I heard
the sounds of their chariots
As they
approached my gate like a mighty riot
They have loaded
their gun-room with my weaknesses
And set their
arrows with many false witnesses
When I saw their
army marching all year long
And their projectiles
I heard like a mystic war song
They pledged
to bury my name in the valley of history
As they prepared
to tell the end of my sad story
Then I faced
my life against the words of old
Closed my eyes
so tight so that I won’t go cold
Fear griped me
that I lost the voice in my words
My strength
failed me from the years of many wars
Then my face
was darkened by the shadow of their darkness
Buried my head
in shame at the exposure of my nakedness
I realized the
gradually my joy was been stolen
I scanned
around to see if the edge has been broken
Then His words
pierced through my heart like a sword
The battle is
not yours but mine says the mighty Lord
Hold your
peace and see my deliverance and Salvation
I will make
you a sign and a wonder to the nations
Ota Uma Umaben
9th
February 2019
You may wish to read the poem Orobo
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