Sunday, April 1, 2018

EDDIE AWUSI

EDDIE AWUSI

110 DASHING DAPCHI VIRGIN DAMSELS

For the spoils of innocence they strive.
For the rape and ruin of morals they strive.
Insatiable pedophiles,
Honking unquenchable lewdness,
Ripping bare the great tree of morality:
School children's panties soiled,
In unholy canal knowledge.
Adults's phalanges, thrusts into kiddies crevices:
110 dashing Dapchi virgin damsels,
Taken through rolling hills and ordeals,
10 times Israelites journey,
Through underground routes of forest thickets,
Gracing lewd sexual appetites,
In distant hideouts,
On the ruins of glory -
Irate molestation.





PLEADING MERCY AT THE GATE OF HELL

Where can we find our rest
When all we can lay our wary bodies on
Are pools of blood;
Bones of butchered compatriots;
And shattered memories
Of our loved ones
Pleading mercy at the gate of hell

Where can we find our rest
Amidst these hilarious honing and honking
Of dreadful wagons of war
The beaten, are looking for energy to breathe
Vanquishing soft targets
The vanquisher, aim only with Mechanical rhetorics

Where can we find our rest
When memories of torture, brute force
And blind bravery, winks and stares at us

So we find our rest
In the fat bulging belly of the earth
6 feet below, in confines of graves and caskets






I FLAP MY HURTS LIKE BROKEN WINGS


Plant me
Among the wonders of the world
Nourished and Flourishing
On this beleaguered southern soil
With my roots scattered
On this warri culture.

Emevor is my window,
So I peep into the world
Building me up
Like a towering bonfire.
I flap my hurts
Like broken wings
In the sky.

Reach I the firmaments
I shall not kneel
Like those twin skyscrapers
Bending droopingly
In obeisance
To the powers of this age.






BRIDE OF THE RAINBOWS

She comes,
A bride of the rainbows
Attired on starlights
Galloping on the cloudy roads of the sky
Wielding a plethora
Of kaleidoscopic flowers
On her fermata fingertips
She comes,
A key to many hearts
Pulling oddly beautiful cards
From a cooking cauldron of disaffection
She comes,
A quiescent egret of the heart
Presenting to me, her world
This candlelight, led in retrospect.






I COME A NEW SPECIE OF THUNDER

I come in the agony of a squeaking tree
Sleepwalker rainfall hallucinating
Angered shrubs running titbit protests
Over hiccups of coughing thunderstorms
I come in the anklets of bossy winds
Kaftan white on catalogue of drooling moon
I come in the raining of bullets
17 venom of death shot into the heart of a school
I come a new specie of thunder
Safeguarding and protecting
I, like a baby thunder, I growl through
A toddler, immersing myself
In prescriptive sunshine







FORBID MY SUNRISE ON A FOREIGN SKY

I stand on this other side of justice
A refugee; a piper; a homeless boy, a castaway
A Wagner fixing wishes on Arabia grounds
Disgruntled breeze usurp the arena
Depraved laws strutting with tenacity of prayers
Forbid my sunrise on a foreign sky
I court the nights with a feverish feat
Marching with the resolution of a chivalric knight
Denouncing my ordeals with a Protestant's
Quizzical zeal
I am a victim here

Eddie Awusi



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