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Friday, 15 August 2014

KILLING IN WHOSE NAME?

(Ordeals of Mother Earth)

Tell them I’ve not ordered the killings
Which has resulted to the fleeing.
So, they should beware
Of what used to be rare.

Tell them water is still my favourite drink
And not blood, if that is what they think.
I’m not interested in what they enjoy
Because it makes me annoyed.

Do they need an interpreter
Before they understand the sound of wailing?
Or do they need concave lens
To see the anarchy and chaos they are causing?

If all religions condemn this horrific act
In whose name is the killing then?
See Humans roasted like sacrificial ram.
Or are they not tired of making headlines for evil?

Tell them to cease using corpses as manure
And refrain from irrigating with blood.
Citizens now live in fear
And even scared to come out to breath in fresh air.

Is man slaughter a part of their prayer rite?
Or is the spilling of blood a fundamental right?
If blood is sweet
Let them drink it in their meal, not me.

Have their hearts turned stones
That the tears of orphans don’t leave them broken?
Or are their conscience like dead stumps
That the plea of the widows don’t move them?

If they derive joy in killing
Let them proceed to work in the abattoir.
And if throwing bombs is their hobby
Let them represent their country in shot putting.

You shall not kill any (Nafs) person.
Can someone then tell me who ordered the killings ?
The voices of the innocents are crying out for vengeance.
For the Lord said He takes no pleasure even in the death of a sinner.

They’ll pay dearly for every life they take
When they meet with the Great Judge
To know their fate.
For that, I know they can’t dodge.

PS: 'Nafs' is an Arabic word for "self"(masculine noun), plural "nufoos" (selves) 

Written by: Okeme Jerome Akpevwe
Edited by: Bankole Kolawole
Image by: Luis Royo (http://dana-mad.ru/)

Friday, 8 August 2014

Of her tiny waist...

At first my hatred for her love was with pleasure
A type without measure
I never allowed her to kiss a note
And if asked to end her career, I will vote.

For I preferred to visit the land of Nod
Than pay her works a visit
Till I had an unforgettable encounter
That made me to make a bold approach.

I thought her flow will freeze
And her tube break
If my shivering hand
Take hold of her tiny waist.

Sleepless nights do I experience
If I romance not her a day
Or any relation of hers or the wets on the white sheets
Should this still be called adultery or bigamy? Hell no!

I’m now tied to her APRON strings
And walk on air when I behold her works
I think POETRY IS MY FIRST LOVE and we’ve signed a deal
Forever to be one.

Written by: Okeme Jerome
Edited by: Bankole Kolawole