Closure (2) Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Closure (2)



Be the best of philanthropist
Build castles and name them temples
Save the world and imprint footprints
On that very special day when the beagle sounds
I'll be at the gate with a question tag
Why did you do it, why?

Why did you truncate my destiny, why?
A glorious vessel set to flourish
Basking in joys to change the world
I set sail and made for planet earth
On a vessel so fine, yet so cracked
I advanced in peace but left in a piss
Tell me why you made my death that cheap?

It was warm, cold and lonely inside
Then I felt the rod as the cervix gave in
No where to hide, the die was cast
Helpless, the tube pushed in as I watched in fear
The moment the curette came to sweep
The deed was done, a murderer was made
A very beautiful one, clad in Gucci apparel

How I longed to hear me cry my first
Feel your warmth and suckle from your breast
Nine months was like a thousand years
But patience was a flower that grew in my garden so I wait
Yet, you murderous thing murdered my destiny
I am waiting at the other side
You really want to make heaven? Smiles!

Did you get some quids to do the do?
It meant nothing to you like a latrine flush
Did he promise you heaven on earth?
That irresponsible goat worthy of castration
In the Supreme court will I call your case
And be sure the judge is no mortal being
Except, there is a justification for murder

While you opened up like a pretty whore
I was dis-membered and cut open
My soul watched in agonising horror
I didn't die before I died, slow and painful so it was
Ears, hands, mouth separated from my body and all
It was cruel as my head got sucked
Until I heard the still voice, "It is finished"
Then, I died in cruelty and returned to base

Each time I sit by the gate, I watch and pray
That soon your time will come and I'll get closure
When you meet with my Creator what will you plead?
"My Lord, 'One thing, one thing' ", then the gavel is banged
Even if you invoke 1 John 1: 19, backed with Psalm 103: 10-14
I will bring a joker in Psalm 139: 13-16
He gave me life, but you took it
Truth is, like Pharaoh, your case is closed...

Monday, May 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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