Good Friday

QUIETLY

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Is there any hope for me?
Good Friday not so good.
A deep slumber of mystery,
A soul troubled to darkly brood,
A distracted mind of matter,
But knock knock, knock on wood,
Who’s there to lovingly shatter
My illusions? For truth is food.
Wake me up before you go -
Resurrection will upon crucifixion intrude:
Resist injustice, rediscover my glow,
Because, inside, I’m in a sunny mood.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

EASTER

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Tear the woods open wide
It is a painting windowed in our dream
Spear not the canvas to the side
The blood waters a never-ending stream
That will move mountains on Sunday
And roll a rock downhill
Into the valley of time we chime Monday
Death is dead. Peace, be still
The innocent should never be crucified
While the guilty die on their pen
Never was indignity this undignified
Justice thus unjustified by unmanly men
The innocent will rise again
Broken the frame of your crown of lies
Sunrays that fall like drops of rain
A Spirit is born when a man dies.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river