I am lost and non believes
My silence is the oracle of Delphi to them
While my mumble is akin to Amadioha.
Fragment fazes of Nana's words births shades
In today's realities of life phases
She would retort after Nnanna's moonlight tales,
"They will come" as her lullaby mutes my dada.
**
"They will come", Aye! I have seen it;
What doesn't exist, doesn't have name.
Their names are in glories of media light
Twine in charades of empathy
They glow graciously in our moan
Yet we sport in renaissance of our mind
While our true nature is cajoled
Their names gulps our identity;
On this essence they exist.
***
Nana! Your thighs groomed my ear
To hear your phobic rhythm "They will come", always
When with their starched suits hypocrisy gazes
I silently caress our lots knowing that
In eloquence of words we were laid
To be butchered by our own pseudo wits
Yet we play zealots when they cry wolf:
Making your prophecy a twigged sensation.
***
Nana the prophetess of my birth
They have come like jackals to reap
The hate in us despite harvest phobia among labourers
Whose shells are broken like Sheila's virginity
Spilling bloods from the north to south of her thighs.
None except those called fool sages the gap
In bigotry of differences than our similarities.
****
They will come,
The chameleons preachers of sanctity
With sagged eyes mocks us to its misery.
With no limits to their network of acts
They sprout in nanoseconds of life;
Playing god of men to our awe.
These suckers of destiny are christen;
Parents, priests, politicians even our spouses
Having one origin of shades from same tree.
*****
"They will come" Nana mutters till death
While I write with dart
Seeing that what is common is no sense.
Our fantasies reels realities to us
Even the gods knowns we are dry
Yet the tree of selfish souls fruits daily;
Sucking our humanity from us as we try
To axe them, with crocodile tears.
Nana! The selfish souls are already with us.
In your lullabies you invokes that
None should join them but who can disarm them?
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(C) ENYIENYI OSINACHI HYCENTH
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
SELFISH SOULS
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