The Giant's Wrath

The Sun from its tent

Walking past the earth
Stepping hard, on the Giant’s Tent.

Its' rays shouting so loud
That only hearts could hear
Helter-Skelter, The moon in its premise there…
The Giant lay bare

Yet the giants stares.
Running, walking they both did
Caring less that He is bare
While weak or sturdy, yet their cheer heed,
His naked body staring at them.

Like Stage Dancers
He muses his naked Offsprings.
When the Sun slumber
Then the Moon spreads her wings;
He stays there, awaken ever
Horrible, yet amiable, he never wanders.

Waving at the sky’s Order
Yet seated on Mother Earth
Like a Sky-Scraper, Without Pillars
Its surroundings, left with fetish dirt
By ‘Homo Sapiens’ who feel so bothered
In life’s woes and lows, still in his tent
Chanting, ranting in a uniform order…

 Sacrifice, sacrilege all to appease the Giant
“OLUWERE” ‘they call out’, Defiant
Of all odds, gives and takes after the chants,
Rants, sighs, for a fortunate Path
To be threaded on, to kill off looming wrath.
Blood, surge, cries incomprehensible plight.
Belated, Serrated, the nemesis from the Giant bites.
What a world of blind insights…

 Oath in Covenant!
Make they, without care
seemingly Poisonous ‘ potent
Iroko's anger, magnificent
Even  in pains and Shame.
Like flames of fire
and floods in Mire
..Pay back time, like ‘Wired’

Anger from “OLUWERE”s ‘ fire

To
before warn
the arm comes
Listen, Covenant Not!  Soar
High for the Creator blesses
The patient ones so abundantly.
Abandon the gods for the real GOD.
Otherwise you end up in biting and with
Gnashing, as though there was never an helping hand
To save the dieing soul from any form of wrath.

Written&Edited by: Bankole Kolawole copyright(2011)