The Promise Of Paradise Poem by Yiro Abari High

The Promise of Paradise

Satan stood on a platform
He preached a warped sermon
The minors gravitated like moths to light
For such a "reward", they were ready to fight

Then the streets of Goza fell
The pride of Chibok rose in smoke
Humanity wailed and wailed
But the heart of demons are locked

They brandish automatics
Hating Muslims, Protestants and Catholics
They hung chains of slugs
For a veiled political cause, they really were the cogs

Mankind is blown and lacerated into bits
In numbers that transcended the reads
Toddlers are stripped of their parents,
And like little brutes they wondered in the forests

The boys:
They continue to acted like robots, like toys
Their heads, a mush
Victims of a systematic brainwash

I see it
I read it
Right in their eyes
The unwavering, but vain hope of paradise

The sublime paradise is for the truly faithful
Not the ignoble
Paradise isn't for a small assembly of animals
Neither is it for untamed cannibals