The Weeping Serpent Poem by Offiong Felix

Peep into if you may
My sequestered sanctum
Snaking trembling sight the way
Into your morbid doom.
Through the dim, sultry reek like death
Gently to underground dips
The arcane bowel of the earth
Where many a root sleeping creeps
Spells in solitude there my lay.
Folded in disguised restfulness
Knitting thought in disarray
Perturbing thought that often aches
The beast in me and me.
Thought of our Eden predicament,
O, man cans't thou see?
That impeteous and partial judgement,
My sentence without fair hearing,
Rape of creature's constitutional right,
Telling us we should be hating.
O, if thou art truly without sight
Fair justice, thou art sure to err!
But, where is thy savvy? o! man,
Shall our lineage this rancour
Still trail on and on?
Where's that primeval days of yore?
That frosty paradise
Our saunter and tour,
Prancing and hanging on floated ice.
Hiding and seeking in the rain
From daffodils of spring to little lilies
Wasn't I your favourite friend?
But, here we are, guileful antagonists
Sowing rancorous seeds
On that brotherly love.
Why should ye ev'n think me ferocious,
Knavish and insidious? if of
All the creatures I choose thee
And made thee sapient
With the nature of kings to agree
Yet, thou hate the serpent
'Cos of the creator's misconception.
Let the kings err for they are kings
And let us do the correction
For we are but beings
For the horses of pride
Adorned with greatness
Only the kings could ride,
Let's but toast yet in stealthiness
Of his eyes our friendly resolution
Loving without cunning sighs
Throughout our generation
Like remoras and the sharks
With me a scarf upon your shoulder
Gliding gently like a train
From scapula to scapula
Your pet and your friend.