Celestine Ikwuamaesi Poet Free verse

The Rabble

Raving gang!
Nation in a mirthful mood,
Whirrs of discordant triumph,  
Eyes steaming noxious passion. 

        Look about! 
Revelry boils over;  
Death in the embrace of a squall 
Eddies skyward; the stench chokes. 

        The rabble!
Itch for fun in filthy holes—
Slide down the slit of vipers. 
The wild stares, chilled in a pout.

        Look atop!
Gaunt vultures swarm in wait, 
Craning with graveyard muteness;  
Keen eyes, sharp claws, ready to pluck.  

        Joyous gang! 
Rainbow spray, deep emotions, 
Dewdrops glistening at dawn  
Awaiting the summer sun. 


© 2015  Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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