They are all gone
They are all goneThey have all gone, Sonia,
The insane crowd that strutted thy sanctuary
Listen to the silence that sweeps across the field
Feel, in sheer calmness, the sweetness of the zephyr
As Nature Purges the pestilence that hitherto bred thy environs
They are all gone! Father, mother, cousin, friend and foes
Clerics, choir and the hawks that flew above thy sky
For the wailing of your kins made you seethe
The buzzing of the earthly choirs made you churn
And the rantings of the clerics made you groan
Now they are all gone, with their glib eulogies
Noah of the new generation, stand by thy hearth
Jocund to speak to you, phoenix from the ground of loss
Here I stand, my love, to bid you sing the tones of old
That made me gleam with love, for you were my light
Sonia! Look, the verdant meadow lies fallow
The finch now chirrups in loneliness, those celestial notes
Which thou would blend with thy amorous pipe
Here I stand! Sonia, talk to me, talk to me my only love
Forget not the covenant we made, in thine world, I still love thee.
So, talk to me, Sonia, Sonia talk to me, talk to me Sonia Sonia Sonia
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Poetry by Gilbert Shang Ndi
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Written on 2016-05-30 at 18:26
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