Showing posts with label priest of poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label priest of poetry. Show all posts
Monday, 19 March 2012
Sunday, 8 January 2012
THIS RAIN
This Rain
Rain
Rain…
Assembling the cities in drones
Of angered voices
Falling it
billion heads
drooling the earth
like inebriate drummer
Rippling
It endless circle
to join
The ebbing cause of change
The ground is to loose
It face to the drain of ages
Every frightened pebble
Shall be swept along
stubborn soils
Not even your corner of hole
Can withhold
This turbulent abrasion
Run if you CAN
NOT HIDE
For the cat is drenched
Already
Ready to be washed away .
Sunday, 20 November 2011
WALLS OF UNENDING SCARS
I
I have seen
The four walls
Coated with gory hand-prints
Of criminals and suspects
In-scripting awkwardness
Pleading for a public presentation
I stared at slogans
Screaming….
“we die…innocent”
“i was here”
“and so what”
“are you the president?”
“dem go fire me”
“na today”
“…save us”
My heart tears my eyes
And the graffiti spawns
Ceaselessly…
My head smothers
As ravaging foul odour
Of urine and shit
Shutters me to worship
At the walls of unending scars
With my own “craze-words”.
The four walls
Coated with gory hand-prints
Of criminals and suspects
In-scripting awkwardness
Pleading for a public presentation
I stared at slogans
Screaming….
“we die…innocent”
“i was here”
“and so what”
“are you the president?”
“dem go fire me”
“na today”
“…save us”
My heart tears my eyes
And the graffiti spawns
Ceaselessly…
My head smothers
As ravaging foul odour
Of urine and shit
Shutters me to worship
At the walls of unending scars
With my own “craze-words”.
II
Hell is cell!
The black bowl
Smiths into a black hole
Bloats for the unborn convict
Guilty – of life, wanting to survive
…raiding flames at night
…beaming red in flight
…yellow coal for ice
Collies for the burning
Of our already hurt hearts.
“Pollease”…police
Poll for faults
Lease of crimes
To catch and lock our lives
Into the bloating black hole
Of a cell.
Hell is cell!
The black bowl
Smiths into a black hole
Bloats for the unborn convict
Guilty – of life, wanting to survive
…raiding flames at night
…beaming red in flight
…yellow coal for ice
Collies for the burning
Of our already hurt hearts.
“Pollease”…police
Poll for faults
Lease of crimes
To catch and lock our lives
Into the bloating black hole
Of a cell.
And so
The walls persist
A writing cry of the weak
Dying…to die today
And died…. Tomorrow
WILL DIE NO MORE.
The walls persist
A writing cry of the weak
Dying…to die today
And died…. Tomorrow
WILL DIE NO MORE.
BY UCHE UWADINACHI
