The Feared Life of Shadrach Stone
Shadrach Stone had lived a rather feared life.
Now, it’s back for him like a butcher’s knife.
A man he’d choked in tears leaving his wife,
In many relaxed homes Virus of Strife…
Hammer that crushed the world of five persons,
Though, they had doctors and later parsons,
Deeply mourning their lost child The Carsons,
One of the silenced by Shadrach’s arsons…
All these Shadrach now seek to leave behind,
No more wishing to with man an axe grind
But alas he’s been a groping half blind:
Keeps warding off slain souls, soon back to mind;
Every three hours buckets of water
Like one who had been pounded on mortar;
She’ll never leave Shadrach; Carson’s daughter
Out of earth kicked and from being a porter…
So, Shadrach fancies no more kinky dress,
On his body harsh wounds nurses can’t dress,
In displeasure would not a wear press
A made up mind that fashion is big stress…
Today, often spotted with a glum look,
Not the Shadrach’s, who would finance books cook
One will have done a fine guess with a ‘spook’,
Needless treasure all the money he took…
Right now, in a much dreadful condition,
Not Karma sticking to a tradition;
Rather, foes befriending witching hours
And waking up all the evil powers.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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