(Dedicated to everyone plaguing by Covid-19)
Moments ago we sang the song of eulogy flood in melody,
And just about now our throats have dried litotes,
We have called the god of thunder a lie,
And the divination a fake, for so long, long a time,
Only to find ourselves licking our spit right now,
Just like the play of the innocent children we beckoned it.
A famine is looming from the Middle-East
And gaining its ember right from the powerful West,
With its message to conquer taken by the North,
And it seems the East are not expunged from its sinister.
And the earth is convulsing at its prime,
For the plague is torrenting like an inferno,
Tormenting the bourgeois, tailing the Pilates,
Reaping the vicars off and cankerworming the poor,
And for the first time we are forced to take the plague serious.
Even though if this has the hand of human,
We cannot wash off the blink of supernatural,
Even though if this is orchestrated,
We dare not challenge the wit of the owner of man,
We had been tamed, we have been calculated and, now we are being crushed right under our nose.
Right under our nose is the plagues grooming
And glowing like a booming mango trees,
Leaving us burning even till when a super among the supers looked up in tears and voiced hard,
To say we are sorry for the menace we have caused,
To say we are no more man,
To say in a mockery momentum that we are dead
To say all hopes have been raped, banished and lost.
All hopes are lost, we are deeply lost of hopes,
Our egos are dead and munched up in mud,
Our laughing jaws are broken apart
As our moment becomes blurred by the day,
And like a lust sun we have come luring the Lord,
But we have been brought back by His bite.
And all and the only we could say is that we are sorry,
So sorry as we have no more hopes,
Only to come back and say we are seriously BACK,
The only thing we yearned is just to be safe and stay.
By Hammed Adeniyi Rilwan, Esq
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Author:
Hammed Adeniyi Rilwan (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2020 00:38
- Comment from author about the poem: It is written to as a means to look to the sky for supernatural help as all help have seems not to be working write now.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
And you think your god is going to listen this time and let you off? Just like all the other times when disaster struck but humanity wasn't let off?
They say it's a sure sign of madness to keep doing the same thing as before but expecting a different result.
Good luck, stay safe and healthy.
Take a walk lawless, my comment is relevant to the poetry written. I have no problem with entitlement to write about any subject on mps.
A good write Hammed. Some, or a lot, of troubles, are caused by mankind's own doing, I think.
Then a few bad folk cause many 'innocent' folk to suffer.
Unfortunately the wheat and weeds are going to grow together until the end of time, but then they will be sorted out.
We will lift up our eyes to the Hills
And remember our help comes from the Lord
Who created the Heavens & the Earth !
Thanks for your second Poem Hammed. Another Free Verse epic bursting with Rhythm ! Your heartfelt Prayer is a great blessing to all Believers who are Members of MPS. May GOD answer all your requests in respect of an END to this Manmade curse of COVID 19. Please check our Poem today ~ Thanks !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛
There should not be casting stones, as a poet and critique I expected this while writing the poem. Any work of heart has, is and will always be expression of the inner thoughts which may not be in tandem with others. For all those who give these comment most especially Dusk Arising, you made me understand that my ink is not dried in vain and the need to do more. Thanks
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