Slippery Ride Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

To get killed in cold blood is sin
As enormous as fitful suicide.
Heaven will revolt and reject its own!
Nature scripts the voices of creation
And speaks where God was thought silent.

The die is cast on shoulders of the gutless
The omen is bad and retails disgust.
Beloved, read the signs of doom!
The end time will ultimately translate
To irreversible choices we make
That enrage supreme voices of Creation;
Destiny from roasting hell on earth.

Cowards, our ancestors were not
Neither dumb our Christian forebears
Who forcefully pulled God's foot mat
To floor protesting virtuous heathens.
What is wrong with us?
Righteousness and bedroom prayers,
Won't redeem fleeing and dead posterity.

It's time to be the superior animal
We once were and were created to be
With inbuilt self preservation instincts;
Else heaven will reject so very many
With even no priests for intercession
Prayers of faith without works.

Do not shame the lions you adore
Neither the tame dogs you admire
Not slight the giraffe's fatal hind kicks
That even lions and tigers dread;
Nor the bufallos head butt that sends
Even predatory lions flying high
To land in pitiful tears and pains,
Fatally wounded;
Not even the hen submits
To the hawk without a fight.

They listen very well and hear loudly
The voices of creation
To which you may have become deaf.
Never die without putting up a fight!
Heaven hates cowards
And you know David was none.