HERO (A Poem) – Su’eddie Vershima Agema

Is it right that we who are so small
accept to fall
when we ought to stand tall?
My heart – Lull…

The caresses of complacency
stroke me gently
its own currency
stimulating me to deceptive docility

I am given stale bread
for my stupid silence
you are fully dressed in holes and red
answering forever’s call in muteness

I should have stood for you
King of the exceptional few
but I am no hero: ten mouths call more to feed
so I lie with the crumbs, praising and mourning you.

(From BRING OUR CASKET HOME: Tales one shouldn’t tell)

(First published on EGC)



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7 thoughts on “HERO (A Poem) – Su’eddie Vershima Agema

  1. This is so beautiful! would make a great thank you to our many UNSUNG…for me this depicts a mother or perhaps a single dad, this is for those silent voices who give up so much that the voices of others are heard loud and clear.


    1. There’s something about it all… those ones who truly stand up for us. They who do so much so that others would live…
      We feel pained at their absence. Feel sad that it is our own cock that has to be slaughtered for the sacrifice to appease the gods.
      We raise our hopes, our thoughts and glasses to them in libation for all they stood for. While they do this we live on raising altars to their memories and interceding that far better become the lot of us all and those we cherish…

      Dotta, Da lu nu, as usual.


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