Restless
Untimely i joined
With a skull of ogor tied round my waist
I fooled myself round the furnace
Eyes wide closed with red scarlet yard
A purple sash at the center of head
Red candles
Guns and guts adjacent
A big bowl of blood beckons
As gluttons, we gulped it down
Lacerations on my skin
I screamed as a whore
A journey to become a man
The be fear and fierce
As the drum pulsate
The dance began
We danced as though
The spirit fell on us as a dove
Perhaps it was another baptism
Baptism into occult
The moon stood straight
As my vigour vexed
Crickets mellowing
Owls descending
Bats battling
Heads swollen with clubs
Our hearts were seal with cruelty
In the zeal of that cruelty
We moved into Citadels
We create chaos
We create death
If you think we are devils,
You are wrong
But we abode in hell
At dawn
We unleashed and lynched innocent lives
In our quest to be admire and be fame
Today, before the crucifix i stood
Only that my soul may find rest
I have wrestled with fear and guilt
Only to be pull into the doldrums of defeat.
In deed, my soul is restless until i find Jesus.
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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