A Killer Voice Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

Now, I know the seeming truth
Behind the scene of tragic theartre
There i mock to
Unfold the mystery of falling lies
Called by my best friend
O! Let's go to places of our blazing glory
A sudden trap for gallant spirit

Voices of strange men
Coward me never their dearing sight
And fortune too loose to ache
Like a toddler in the hand of his passionte mother
I felt a merriment moment in the cab
As only I, to places of paradise comfort
And to them, a mansion of doom

Where man kills man for ritual
And where human brain
Is sold for priceless penny
Home of death and hopelessness
Camping specialist for business mess
Oh! Man's head for fifty naira
Liver for twenty or more
And heart for five naira or less
All apart, the worth of men in vanity

And thence, I thought nothing but one
Nor father nor mother
Nor brother nor sister
Nor lovers nor haters
But only grave and worms
My next trusted friend to embrace

But ah! Maybe for God final grace
My innocent killer hearing a saintly voice
Purifying his heart to make me loose
Now Go! And run for thy life
But let me not thy sight again
Untill thou die in ghastly date
And inside the solitary forest I roams
Till an angel of light came to my aid
And here I've learnt that TRUST is like an hidden death
Meant for men who made it their living tent