Nothing Hidden Under the Sun and Moon
He is promised justice and that the truth will come to light. A promise made under the sun and moon.
A stranger arrives in a new environment.
He decides to steal and succeeds.
Nothing is hidden under the sun.
The stranger settles into a new community.
Some people love him; some hate him.
Nothing is hidden under the sun.
It's nighttime.
The stranger receives a visitor, locks his doors, and she leaves much later.
Nothing is hidden under the moon.
The stranger goes to the river.
He is ambushed and beaten by unknown attackers.
Nothing is hidden under the sun.
The stranger seeks help from the chief.
He is promised justice and that the truth will come to light.
A promise made under the sun and moon.
The stranger is no longer a stranger.
The sun and moon have witnessed his transformation.
Don loves his town.
He spends time weaving stories,
Winning the people's favor with tales of deceit.
Nothing is hidden under the moon.
He challenges the chief,
Gaining the town's love and favor.
Nothing is hidden under the sun.
The Don stands tall and blameless.
The stars have begun to dance.
The eastern breeze will reveal the truth today.
In the belly of the beast,
It's a spiritual thing.
Nothing is hidden under the stars.
Judgment day has come for the stranger,
Fulfilling the prophecy.
The sun and moon witnessed the promise.
The stranger is a thief.
The stranger slept with the chief's wife.
The stranger deceived the people.
Nobody blamed the stranger.
Nothing is hidden under the sun and moon.
The devil is in the details,
So he might come to you in a vision.
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Marcelinus Apakhade
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Comments (3)
Fascinating! Very well written. Kept me on my toes.
Interesting poem. I like it
A well deserved poem by you!