Louis Egbe Mbua
A nuclear factory the Devine Hand flung
Into space the yellow disc afloat stays
In suspense, a mystery to man clung
In search of answers the straight rays
Bring onto earth: ninety three million
Miles adding in eight seconds a blaze,
Half the earth a shine to be gone
The light to the other side the earth rotates
In slight tilts, the slight wobble known
But no man a spinning feeling to gaze.
Round and around the earth spins
On its own axis forms nights and days;
Morning comes and evening returns
As the yellow giant around it spins in space.
In the middle of its core 15 million superhot;
Of two gases one from the other derived
From floating primeval hydrogen super gas
Under pressure another element created;
And the thermo-nucleus a dense fiery core
That explodes so all stars are renewed
With energy as light and heat radiates
Through the cosmos giving matter and life
On earth maintaining energy balances
So, man to see a reason to work and live.
All is in full harmony, are heavenly bodies
Created from dust of stars in the Universe
And from Devine dust the man emerges.
In the Universe the man forever will dwell
Until dust will all stars and man return?
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Over and Over
Louis Egbe Mbua
If man was created
To work and keep
Earth’s abundance
Then this task has
To be done well
Over and over!
Repetitive work is good
If it is directed
Towards the greater good
Of man, woman, child
Affecting the entire
World in abundance
Again, a task done
Over and over again
Becomes part of nature
Because man is glued
To the earth to be
Duly recycled.
A catch does exist
In this strange cycle:
Recycling good things
Is of beneficence
But to repeat folly
Is to multiply trouble
Something is grave
In this world of ours:
One man knowing evil
But jumps into the same.
Any reason why a man
Throws away his lamp?
That question, I can’t answer
For there is no answer
But that a mistake can
Only manifest in darkness.
Thus in pure darkness,
Man learns not!
While in the dark
He pursues his wants
But a want in the dark
Can never be for all,
Since the vast majority
Of man is not blind.
Thus a man in isolation
May become blind while
a man of the people can
Never be blind:
Even if he sees not,
He will be led to light.
The fact of the
Matter is that
Though we may see
We become blind alone,
So we make same errors
Over and over!
If man was created
To work and keep
Earth’s abundance
Then this task has
To be done well
Over and over!
Repetitive work is good
If it is directed
Towards the greater good
Of man, woman, child
Affecting the entire
World in abundance
Again, a task done
Over and over again
Becomes part of nature
Because man is glued
To the earth to be
Duly recycled.
A catch does exist
In this strange cycle:
Recycling good things
Is of beneficence
But to repeat folly
Is to multiply trouble
Something is grave
In this world of ours:
One man knowing evil
But jumps into the same.
Any reason why a man
Throws away his lamp?
That question, I can’t answer
For there is no answer
But that a mistake can
Only manifest in darkness.
Thus in pure darkness,
Man learns not!
While in the dark
He pursues his wants
But a want in the dark
Can never be for all,
Since the vast majority
Of man is not blind.
Thus a man in isolation
May become blind while
a man of the people can
Never be blind:
Even if he sees not,
He will be led to light.
The fact of the
Matter is that
Though we may see
We become blind alone,
So we make same errors
Over and over!
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