Fangs Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Poking fun at the groping human
Who saw darkness and wanted
Therein a treasure
Cracking sounds of laughter
To the luck and trips
Of a woman sobbing in total displeasure

A fortunate stroke of serendipity
Graced by cruelty and lack of pity
Woman became man
Gulped toxicant tears
Courtesy of some tongues own fangs

Tongues spills still
The deadly chants of mockery
Towards dying beings
With limbs missing
For leather clothed rims

Head clings ties
Foot kicks stool
Soul rips bones
With corpse laying cool
Till crypt made room

Lethal tongue lives
Upon gums still
And fangs looking sharp
To sting more beings

Smiles and nice dimples
Here and there seen
Happiness and strength
They both just mean

But, staggering just on the brink
Of life and death lies the heart
Of so many beings
The agony, strength and tears
Our fangs never see.

•Fangs•

©M.O.A (Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods)