My Letter Poem by cliff kawerani

Hello king of the dark:
Home of vice, robbery and adultery
Partisans; musicians and pastors be
Illuminati that use furtive icons and digits
In search of gauche fame souls to devil sell.
As smears you; poison with ersatz honey
So like dry air easily driven are fools
While digging but own six feet pit blindly
Of which wits regain is but belatedly

Sick of crocodile smiles,
Ours a presage is and not a plea;
Leave Africa's flickering flames warm
For having known reality, we let it lead
Like a flower that sheds shiny petals,
His hands bestow piles of peace and love,
Filling our minds with songs of joy
While yours are but hands of iniquity;
Causing pain, sorrow and death

Yet eternal life is all we hanker after
Thus, where lies it; there we will tail.
Now in eyeing dawn of this new smiling Year,
Count your entries bolted to sepulcher
For this be to your cleverness no more,
But our red-raining tears speaking to God
So this soft alerting sound ear-in ardently
For in soft words; never again!