Soyombo Ayomikun: Cancer- For the fallen heroes, the living legends…for all (Poetry)

by Soyombo Ayomikun


    She was a beautiful mother, religiously a lover of God, then her cervix began leaking blood, on a fateful ‘God-forsaken’ day

1.He looked into my eyes

   A penetrating gaze consumed by pains

   “Doctor,don’t leave me

   Doctor,help me end this pain”

   His screams charged the atmosphere with darkness

   Tightly he held on to my hands

   I knew the battle had long been lost

   Defeated I left his side as he became quiet in death

2.She was a beautiful mother

   Religiously a lover of God

   Then her cervix began leaking blood

   On a fateful ‘God-forsaken’ day

   The battle for her life began when she presented

   As the disease was already running a marathon in her blood

   Before dying she could recognize no one

   Not even herself

3.Oh! I remember that other woman

   Mama was a bundle of sweet joyous energy

   Till the cough began

   Till she started bringing out blood from her lungs

   Cancer had been plundering her airway

   Growing quietly into the stature of a warrior

   As she sucked on oxygen she smiled as a baby

   Another vibrant soul snatched away by a wicked disease

4.Not every headache is malaria

   All vomiting does not indicate pregnancy

   Not all yellowness of the eyes is a joke

   Not every blood in your stool is ‘jedijedi’

   Not all lumps in your breast are made of fat

   Not all swelling of your face shows well-being

   To enjoy life’s sweetness more discerning is needed

   To escape a flood of avoidable sorrows

5.What more deals us greater blows if not cancer

   Still years of search gives no useful answer

   From the parents stealing the child bringing a cloud of pains

   The old hammering into hades  denying them of life’s gains

   Seeking the monster that destroys without a seed of guilt

   The destroyer of life with a sword needing no hilt

   To what else can we attribute these mournful praises

   But the accursed disease cancer

6.Under its spell dreams are swallowed in grief

   Drawing no dividing line between the noble and the thief

   Slowly & with a devilish dexterity life’s fibres apart it tears

   From the faces of all watching drawing torrents of tears

   Who will arise bringing an end to this show of hate

   Saving the young and old that they may live to enjoy one more blind-date

   Perhaps we are the ones to fight for our lives

   From the wicked fist of the terminal killer

7.Rather than waste our treasures on war

   Fueling the hate and bitterness in our hearts’ core

   Together we can win this monster wearing an invicible garment

   Saving generations from a lifetime of torment

   Show me that puzzle to which life has got no answer

   The fire that can’t be quenched even if started by cancer

   Show me the disease that can submerge our souls

   If united we fight back as a glorious army

8.Visit your clinics for regular checks

   Even when feeling strong like the greek god,Atlas

   Embrace little advice on diets & lifestyle

   Habits that will place you on Methuselah’s long path

   Make doctors your friend

   Tell them when you sneeze

   I pray you & yours be kept safe

   From the heavy mallet of cancer


Soyombo Ayomikun tweets from @alabaster85

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