Regions Of Hell Poem by Ike Bismarck Oji

So hot a place, so fiery a city.
So damned a place, so nightmarish an experience.
Yet, in this fiery furnace hierarchy prevails
for the princes have their palaces
and the serfs their tents.

In the West End, the princes abide
who in Darkness' Kingdom hold sway,
who opted like Lucifer their master
in hell to reign than Heaven serve.

In this region, luxuriant is the fire,
appetizing as well is the heat.
The fire reddish burns,
the air sulphurate turns.

Here, the masters of the game abide.
In devilish circles on earth they reigned,
in the hellish kingdom now supreme they reign.
What they wanted, they knew.

In the East End, the serfs abound.
Who for Darkness' Kingdom errands ran,
who unwittingly on earth were used,
who in hell shall underdogs remain.

In this region, caustic is the fire
debilitating as well is the heat.
The fire whitish burns,
The breeze chlorate turns.
The pitiable ones here abide.

With sin, they struggled and lost.
In Aeternum, now they suffer for sinful lives.
There, they never wanted to be;
there, they found them at the day's end.

In the East End,
gnashing of teeth, sorrowing there is.
But in the West End,
gnashing of teeth no place has,
sorrowing no companion finds
‘cos here resides double masters;
on earth masters, in hell masters.
Their fate, they knew.

18/10/97