IN THE UNDERWORLD - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS

Pyjamas retrenching from the shoulder
In compliance to the erodable crashing wind
Unbiased minister of the underworld is passing-by
Harvesting the radiant thorns on the stony hill
Drinking tears to quench thirst; dancing to boos and cheers.

We'll meet in the underworld
Where shadows bade the souls goodbye
Where plain ground is higher than the highest
Where femur and humerus melt in maggots
Where blood and water ends; stress and toiling begins.

Master of the underworld will dine in jars of blood
And cook the intestine with a ferocious heat
Oceans of skull in the court of ghouls
Pounding to dust; moulding to incinerate
Thorns form the bed and stones the pillow.

You use our resources as fertilizer to your farm
You painted yourself rainbow and took solace in blackout
You break our backbone in representation
We weep; you laugh, we sweat; you smile
You bound our tongues with shackles; our eyes with cobwebs.

We conjugate to walk on the same pace
But you changed your gear to the road of currency
We agreed to trim the irregularities on the tree
But you hewed the branches to thatch your roof
We agreed to pull down and rebuild
But you pulled down to tie down our aims.

The magnetic gate is wide opened
Justice Leveller at the entrance of the world
Trailblazing time in the circle stopped unaware
The veil is lifted and rent in twain
Assembly of soiled sage meet in thought and part in act.

                                  © WORLD BARNABAS. 2016




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