KNOW THE HERODS

A story told millions of zillions of times
An occasion whose infectious smile
Blesses the lips of all celebrants
One baby cried for the jubilations of the heavens
And the knowing on earth years and years back
Still, Herod hated his herald of high hierarchy in heaven
Hunting him in his zone

II
A celebration of deaths amidst that of a supreme life
Boys upon boys upon boys
Had no pleasure of draining their milk
From breasts of their mothers
For Herod heard his honour
And hunted him like the only game in the worst famine

III
Whirlwinds carry dust
Who knows of a wicked little stone there?
Dancing in its circling is calling for blindness
Dancing far off is looking before leaping
Is that not the best way to learn?
Eyes which join fingers to fetch peppery food to mouth
End up changing their colour and size
Know the Herods who await all follies
And laugh to the happy cries of the newborn
Whose tidings tell tales of redemption
Know the Herods
Herod of deception
Herod of over-celebrations
Herod of fornication
Herod of adultery
Herod of stealing
Herod of over speeding
Herod of trickery
Herod of drunkenness
Herod of seduction
Herod of rape
Herod of disrespecting the holiness known
As the newborn sleeps in his manger of cradle
To honour the newborn called Christ
In your Christian attires
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Dec. 23, 2016