In student Francis Onwuka latest poem, The Great, he discusses how the majority of humanity is cowed and beaten down by lifes challenges and obstacles (personified by a blacksmith), but the great endure on, with their cores intact: Nevertheless, in our midst were some, self-named diamonds. Though undistinguished, firm they were, the smith and his mallet wrath, Pines in the storm, they stood defiant, each a veritable Prometheus. Then ceased the mallet, the fatigued smith lay them aside in awe, Polished and tended by him, they stood lofty, of great expense, While we who bent on the anvil, under the mallet, only lusted after greatness.
Posted on: Tue, 13 May 2014 17:39:05 +0000
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