Honour Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Curse Rome and let Caesars heir
Hear, the braves weren't the only
One who wouldn't bow, fear too is

Favor, and useful, for here honour
Beget horror, the beacon is
Blazed, get ready for unknown

Phenomenon, the world live for
Slaughter, and plunder, back then
At the road going to golgotha,

Someone's back is weary of
Rawhide whips, there on his
Crucifix, impeached, and impale

On the pole, but his gift of love
Was strange to the world, a bad
Water is the world where we

Must all take a sip to live, some
Stood their ground, and were
Thirsty to death, those who will

Live must lie, and yield, for non
Dare to stand, they bound, and
Buried the truth, and at dawn

They merry, and mock us with
Embellished lies, long before
Dawn will I be dinosaur if I Dare to tell,

Yet the poet's pen must speak,
I rather face fear, in run stead,
So like pharaoh's freed my Children will not know pain, and
Weep

Yesterday the running man Ruined bravery, today the fleeing
Man fight, I'm the one voice that

Wouldn't be silenced, so don't
Presume to play coin with me, for
I know the Greeks, and their gifts Which turned Troy to dust

All men falls, but the manner,
And time tells, yet the world
Must know that with a man's Blood the price was payed.