The Hidden Hand

The Hidden Hand

a dirge to a pathfinder

Stretched from the equator reaching the firmament or the depth of every watery hole the hidden hand far or near fetches Or grabs the whole tin line of life of our beloved brothers and sisters Mothers and fathers to squeeze; Oh, this is just its unruly silly duty.

Rev. Fr. John Igwebueze

. It has self-assumed out of its own reckless discretion. By dint of its centuries-old ‘white’ magic, It fabricates long pointed claws on its icy hands And rips through the souls of my folk. Their wailing penetrates all three realms The earth shakes, the sky weeps, the underworld shudders But the soulless hand, untouched by the heart-rending cry of pain Continues to rip more souls And maul them as a hungry carnivore in the forest does.

By Mr. Chika Udekwe Prof. Mahesh Paudyal