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