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Emissaries Of Rifts By Kel Armstrong by Ghostfaze(m): 8:45am On Aug 07, 2019 |
This poem talks about not just Nigeria but the world at large. It talks about the greed and desperation of the rulers, the chaotic condition of the poor masses, the debilitated futures of our unborn generations, the ignored grief and cacophonies in the world, the abysmal conspiracies and silences of those whose voices are loud. It talks about the breeding war that will consume both the strong and the weak, those in the highest echelons of the society and those who are lowly looked down upon. It talks about us, everyone, it talks about the political rapists and the dark-hearted lords of lies, the emissaries of rifts. The Emissaries Of Rifts: Source: https://writersgut.com/post/emissaries-of-rifts-by-kel-armstrong-read-write-share-and-earn We are buried alas, between lies and lusts Deep in the insolence of emissaries of rifts, Those who purport the emication of our hopes. Lifeless breaths bottled in dark rooms Full of smells of smokes of treachery Burgeoning the desires of shallow hearted thieves. They feed on the rays of the south sun In the days when the dead are beyond the count of graves To the glory of their lettered greedy guns And the scourge of those separated from their nerves. They preach love in the day, teach hate at dusk Riddling the peace of the sermons of the weak Sparing no church nor mosque In their butchery, to outwit men of their kind In the chaos of chameleons that lost their minds. They fight and squabble amongst themselves Like fractious children Enamored with the sounds of sorrows And the veneration of their oblations. These owls, these owls, and their legion They prepare our funeral from their white graves And have made our strife the totem of their legacy. Sweet and seductive satisfaction entrench their hearts when they unleash the tempest of their brutality And wash their way up With the questioning blood of their victims. And them that are possessed of the owls in the North Do they not know that the gods they kill for are fools And they are their fool-stool? Such repugnant fools, They are close to the ocean, so They set themselves ablaze With the generations of their children. Sowing seeds of contempt Among the will-bended youths of the West Masking their visions, toys, Do you not know that those you call lords, The Jagabans, they tread your lives in exchange For their tickets to hell? See, the brute of the rest has torn the East apart And the truth glows from the valleys Of the dark past; For refusing to accept blood-soiled-fingers of mistrust Forced on them for years, from the owls of the Iroko Through their pitiful iberiberic Iches They deserve a published punch? Do you all not know That the benevolence of a hungry spirit Is a prophecy of a predatory vulture? What argument do they have against the South? You, birds of darkness, harbingers of misery; You take their honor, you take their harmony You take their patience and then You take the lives of those that forgot that Our soldiers have no rubber bullets. Poorboys, Do you not know, my brothers, That the Capo Di Tutti’s dogs Must match every bullet with a dead body? While they undignify us We clap cloaked in apparels of clowns Adorned with colorful hats of hunger Applauding men that supreme over us With fists of fallacy and heavens born of a hoax. Some have beseeched, others begged and bleed Many have esaued their rights in the markets Of them, that stole our smiles and stars Some, for a feather, Defend the abecedary evil of these owls Unifying their efforts with a bricolage of lies. When are we going to learn That they are no longer the sole creators Of our misery and grief? We propel their cruelty against the widows of our sons Against the orphans of our daughters We, slaves of silence and fear We, sycophants that celebrate celestial sin We have immortalized our wounds with our division And glued guts. We have all circled ourselves with fire and fury And in our battle for wit we wreck, we burn! But the casualties are not just the sons of the poor Nor the daughters of orphans But also the generations to come, Those who will stand with fatigued legs to answer To the crimes of their fathers In the hole of shadowed stars Pity, generation of fools! Pray, sons of sacrilegious gods Pity, sons of serpents; The epitaphs of your fathers Will be engraved on stones, yes, Lies contradicting their deeds But the truth we shall forever etch in our hearts And wherever your names are mentioned We shall remember their sins in their sons. www.writersgut.com CC:Mynd44, OAM4J
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Re: Emissaries Of Rifts By Kel Armstrong by nofuckz(m): 9:56am On Aug 07, 2019 |
Very beautiful! I would've framed and kept, it but not enough we need nothing of beauty at this stage unless its beautiful rage. |
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