Kobos and Cowries

The storm forges through

Through the rhymes, I concur

To the holes never seen

I am here to say that the heaven holds deep

In the minds of slaves

Slaves that refused cake

Buttered sand and made gold

Spitting plain cries, placed in burning furnace

Uh, so hot it was

That gold fled far

Leaving dust for those that thirst for soul


Thirsty throats always talk

Nothing about, they yawn

Empty threats, talking ceilings

Yap, yap

But our souls are made anew

By your every yap

Every taunt, it grows

Strength, stretching far wide

Sky, soaring high

Reaching, till we become the conquerors

Of the new earth

So yap on

Please, yap yuck

Till all there is,

is my back in sight

6 thoughts on “Kobos and Cowries” by Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

  1. Clap. Clap. You are getting the hang of it. Keep writing

    1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @Hymar thanks brother

  2. You should have titled it ‘To the bad belles’

    well done, Uyi. $ß.

    1. Uyiosa (@wordsfromuyi)

      @sibbylwhyte lol. I should have done that. Perfect title. Thanks

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