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Jerry Tersoo Agee Poem
Corona virus!
Beautifully sculptured like a jewel
Armless, with bulges of a crown
But only those who narrowly escaped
With scars of your sharp fangs
Can tell the potency of your venom.
A merciless human predator
Riding on the wings of morning zephyr
He rears his tent in the ventilation room
Where fresh and expired air mingles
Then strangles his preys
Left gasping for oxygen
Till they become cold and stiff.
You walked into our land armless
Yet even armed men trembled
Naked-head birds that made news
And the guardians of skulls
All retreated shamefully
Into dark barren caves.
You have set humanity on a verge
Where the sole prayer is survival
A brutal infinitesimal entity
Bound on eradicating mankind
Indeed you are an armless beast.
The halls are vacant
The malls are barren
The rails are silent
The roads are empty
The airways are clear.
They say you were a gentleman
Resting in the veins of forest dwellers
Before our kindred in the East
Went out to hunt down bush meat
And returned with a big catch.
One city eat meat
The whole world washed hands
With perfumed sanitizers
That meat must be a great one!
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Jerry Tersoo Agee Poem
The bricks for earth’s foundation
Weren’t made in masonry of any Nation
Benue Cement was not used
Neither was Ajaokuta iron
Part of the hard concrete
He cast the pillars of eternity
Before time zone saw limelight
Then laid the foundation of earth
He pitched His blazing throne
In unapproachable light; forever flaming
He is still on the throne!
Mountains may sink into the Oceans
Sea waves may surge in fury
Riding on the back of hurricane
Molten magma may belch
At quake of tectonic plates
To cook the ancient hills
He is still in control!
Sometimes pangs of pain and chaos
Lurks silently in thick darkness
To steal this life once gifted
The dark menacing sky stare
To return fleeting corpses of
Unanswered questions and pleas
He is still on the throne!
When the cry of his creatures
Rise on wings of genuine remorse
His heart melts in compassion
Then God stoops in majesty
To stuff their naked sores
With healing balm of ancient
And the land is healed
Just as they are healed.
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Jerry Tersoo Agee Poem
Some are born by paupers
Their struggle starts at infancy;
With dried-up bottoms
And washed-out concertina ribs,
Yet their rust-colored teeth find solace
On their mother’s shriveled breasts.
Others are born with silver spoon,
I mean the fat-bellied children of fate;
Yet still suck their podgy fingers,
And one-nippled bottle
Instead of their mother’s juicy breasts.
For those whose story
Has been written with PEN
In the pages of colorful memoirs
Life is a bed of roses
Dressed in ornate regalia.
For those whose story
Has been written with PAIN
Each scar on their body
Is a lesson taught by life
To bring them into limelight.
Nevertheless, in both cases
Nativity is an unarguable scenario,
The beginning is already written
How the story ends is up to you.
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Jerry Tersoo Agee Poem
Threefold darkness !
A mystery by which creation
Received light that frees mankind
From stronghold of darkness
It started with the son of Amittai
Who needed three dark nights in a fish
Deep in the belly of Ocean
To save a city under siege of darkness
For the man of Tarsus
Three blind nights for a wizard of law
To handle the torch required
To lit shrines of the gentiles
And halt incense from dark altars
On the day of eternal jungle justice
When king of light was the scapegoat
To bear burden of the sinful nature
An eclipse quenched the noon sun
For one-two-three dark hours
Grave received his lifeless battered body
Hell watched for almost three darkness
As equation of destiny was balanced
To fulfill claims of divine justice
Upon his emergence from Hades
The abode of light was opened
This light saints now carry around
Illuminating dark covens and prisons
To set free precious souls
Long held in dungeon.
Copyright © Jerry Tersoo Agee | Year Posted 2020
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