The Victory of the Moral Genuflector

by Louis Egbe Mbua

Living Lights say:

The moral genuflector
Is fit
Not with fists for fights;
Yet respect he earns not
For the bigger prize comes to naught.

The eternal genuflector
Fights
Not for his rights but harbours fits
Of anger that comes to naught;
While the strong emerges stronger
To terrorise worshipers of the strong;
Who knows no cruel limits bestow
On them that dance with their souls;
For crumbs that evade them all.

Arise,
Moral Genuflector,
And Reflect
On the reasons
For eternal genuflection,
All seasons

Begin,
Moral Man
To plan your standing,
And the need in planning
Your release from prison
To receive your ransom

Unite,
The moral man;
And the moral woman.
Two better than one,
Three advantage over one;
For The necessity
Of life no single man determines.

In Vain,
The moral man toils;
and his brothers toil.
In unity;
They prevail over trials

Rejoice,
Moral man;
Deflect
The anguish and pain
Endured with no rain.
Fifty years of no sun,
Twenty-five to genuflect;
Twenty-five to reflect;
Twenty-five to rise;
Forever rejoice.