Hello tribe god
I know you can hear me
Yea, understand all I say
‘Cause this tongue, you gave me.
How wouldn’t we fight amongst ourselves?
When in your intemperance at Babel
Dispersed us with the confusion of our lusts
So we wouldn’t have to reach you?
Were we so evil? Or damned?
That you protected your heavenly throne
From our bricks of clay?
Yea, these mortal bodies?
Hello tribe god
I know you can still hear me.
How could you connive against us?
Your ultimate creation?
Whom you gave life most freely
This act of supreme generosity of spirit
Has left this bounty of many nations
entrenched in enmity
And the vestiges of this world
devoid of humanity.
In our sanity, we seek you out
In our insanity, we call to you
Every man speaking his own tongue
And is now a tribe god.
Swear now to me in your silence
Through tongues prescribed for man
That earth you will redeem from this pestilence
From the haven of renowned imperfection
Roam our hearths with cleansing fire
Take our freedom and make it whole
Free from savage mean ill-mindedness
That we may one day grace your golden halls
In merry mingle, thru bridled spirits
Arouse you to dwell with us
In our fancy bricks of whitewashed clay
Claim your fair palace as Tribe God.
© 2018 Olutomi Akinsanya
I have often seen this piece as one I wouldn't publish because I didn't quite like the flow, but poetry isn't just about the flow, as love isn't just about flowers and cuddles. I wrote it contemplating human conflict that have arisen from the tribal divide. And I looked to ask, what would have happened if all of humanity spoke the same language? But we could, if we speak the Language of Love. Please do well to leave your thoughts in the comments section. Thanks.
Written on 220418