Death prowls the homeland with venom
Spreading cyanide with anger
Forcing the poison down many throats
Just like Socrates’ suicide in 399 BC
Plato’s teacher drank hemlock as punishment
As if hypnotised to bite the bullets
Some Nigerians are now taking a quicker exit
To escape this artificial hell chamber
Betrayed many times? Failed many examinations?
Bloody Cowards!Spineless species of Homo Sapiens!
Why must you be your own heartless executioner?
Leaving behind agonised relatives and friends
Must we weep a bucket of tears for your transition?
To massage your traumatised souls to the great beyond
Your souls won’t smell the fragrance of paradise
Rest in pieces or peace as you wish, that’s your destiny.
*Oh My God! Poetry sucks with my pen! Poetry tortures my brain. I hate poetry. Never call me a poet. The prose flows with ease from my brain. am a prose merchant till I kiss the dust!
