"TO THE CULTIST"
We were not there when night made you.
We did not know when evil prepared you.
Your black school masters pounded you
to a pulp to subdue, subject your souls;
locked your souls in deepest darkness.

By your choosing were you chained, shackled
like the ancient black eunuchs of the rain forests.
In knowledge kingdom you chose the jungles.
your choice whacked you in the face
and you wailed for water,
you got your masters' waste for water.

They hooded you. They shamed you.
They played with your frail, weak, limp penis.
Thrown thundering kicks at your scrotal sack
until you died to pain.
Until you saw the worthless you;
saw the "awesome powers" of your black bosses.
Dehumanized!
Only gullible you could not see brainwashing.

We did not know when darkness
mixed your blood with owl's and cat's
before wicked and heinous spirits knot
dry gin and cola knots and knot
your souls to hell's bars.

While one million demons of darkness chirped,
while owls hovered hooting,
and hounds of the night roared and crept
your tails were being cut and cooked
and sauced and souped in your blood.
Did somebody wail carnibalism?

Elites left off brains you wail;
"strongman" "ruggedman" "bravery"
in your frightened flight your sister's face
was fried, your mama's hut was fried.
Braveman, bravery defends families, real estates.

We did not know when darkness equiped you.

Now you point your nuzzle on our face,
now you seek to cloak our sun with night
and darn smart uniforms.
And turn our offices into domains of the night.
But you own the pun.

Because light and night do not merge,
only light lights the night gently,
only light fiercely lights the day wholly.

Like the lion brute roars and rules the jungle.
Never celebrates tender cubs in towns
or barren and broken it returns to the jungle.

Even so you, fiercely hold our scrotal sack.
Aids crooked, voracious statesmen sack
our choices and the law flirts with you!

We shall sieve you out forcefully.
And filter you through a hundred mesh
until you lie bare panting and gasping
Like pisces free of dear Adams ale;
jumping, hopping for dear life.

Till you learn the light rules the day,
The light rules the night
and that justice never stays in the dark.

we were not there when darkness
formed you but we shall be there
when the sun scourge the night out of you!
8/23/2011

Hi otheloze,
if you are really the writer behing this poem,then you deserve commendations.
A nice job you have here.
U just need to brush up your potentials,and then the sky is the starting point!
The command of the grammar and the continuity stands out.

Wow! What a sublime artistic work. Love ur diction, rhymes.
- only light lights the night...
Nice One.