you have sworn to cut us asunder and scoop out a nation flowing with milk and honey circumcise the hearts of our sons they are no longer led by drunks they are now old enough to withstand costly battles to drag their father’s ghost by it’s collar men who willfully wasted away in this wilderness let your love fall like rain from the heavens let your harvest bring forth tender vine roll away their shame of enslavement scrape from the bosom of their rot tyranny that will accompany withered desire become again manna, appearing from dew, upon the roofs of our palette.
i once came across an unusual apparition whose hair strands were made of chrome it was filled to its brim measure with mangroves of dishevel thistle and torn and definitely weighed a hefty tonne she painfully crawled towards me shedding profuse tears from the corner of her brow high-jacked with the broadest of resilient candor i couldn't believe my whole eyes her laughter in its midst had an effervescent effect on my entire life's perspective i raised her up till her lifeless feet dangled lazily it infused more seriousness to the texture in her tone she gave me a gentle peck on my right cheek and whispered into my left english speaking ears "Life is whatever you decide of it…" i tried to comprehend..but it was too late i never even had the chance to say goodbye she had already permeated inside every iota of me leaving her monstrous baggage astride the foot of the Cross…
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Thank you for sharing these with us, Chinedu. While some of the imagery is slightly disturbing, your poems ask the readers to think upon some serious and close-to-the-heart subjects. What I find most interesting is that I cannot tell if you are asking seriously or taking a tongue-in-cheek stance towards religion…and that makes the poems even more intriguing. 🙂