Blanketed puddle of inward stripes
potholes of malicious whispers
Rhythms of distant scandals
Pledges of uncertainty and
diaspora of pandemonium;
Caress a perturb heart.
Listen to its screams
Listen to its angelic rancour
Listen to its silent wails
Listen to its beats at 212 Fahrenheit
Listen to its tears of pain.
Branches is now thy shelter;
Torn and tattered is now thy regalia.
For chunks thy has received morsels,
For cups of satisfaction thy now sort for drops.
Thy shoes are no more and thy feet
now grace the paths of pessimism
Aspirations are sliced
Hopes for tomorrow butchered
Zeal and dreams shattered and battered,
Lives are paused.
Why raise the stainless steel
on each other?
Why is our streets littered with
Why eat up a brother with
Why abuse the course of democracy?
Why deprive we and us of our
peace and freedom?
Why spread the tidings and goodnews
Why envangelise lies to destroy
the reputation of another?
Spoken letters breaks and builds,
It huts and heals.
It makes and mars.
It brainwash and brainstorms.
They are vehicles of action and deeds.
Action either good or bad are
the children of spoken letters.
Killings are born from spoken or
Invigilate the letters that pierce thy heart.
It might deprive another his heart
and reason for existence.
Knock out the dark letters and preserve the great ones.