God-Father Poem by abbas abubakar

Set the street ablaze
And let all find their ways
Let nursing mums and their infant
Run in the skeleton of their soul
And their husbands burried
Into the cannibal of death

Pull the sun to the earth
That mountains and trees shall simmer
Then fry all eyes
Roast all ears
And all eyes
That peep into your cup

Then pack all the raina
Carry the whole pot
And run down to the rock
Where i sit waiting for you
The son of my actions