The Book In Ink Of Tears Poem by Oscar Benjamin

The book of life is open
The book is written in ink of every color
The book of life reads
The class struggle
The book rebuke male chauvinism
The gender inequality
The paternalistic structure of leadership at Gun and Bullet house
It agitates about the camouflaged men in black boots and girded waist
It paints the face of an angry child
Shivering mother: naked
And the hanger laden poverty stricken dropout undergraduate
Along Sentence avenue
Towards Execution Close
The book has blue pages
The book has red blood like pages
It is printed thus in ink of tears
Dripping from caved sockets of an old timer
His days numbered
And his song no longer
That hornbill to the ear of the ardent listener
The book mourns
drenched with insipid tears
It reminisce the eons old livelihood
When the children used to play
Before they became Gun and Bullet house's prey
The last chapter of this book of tears
A creased malnutrition palm shoot from the last page
And beckons with its week dead like fingers to the years gone by
Used be brilliant brighter days though
Defenselessly swallowed by the virulent violent beast in green, khaki, brown camouflage
Operating under the banner of the third republic
09/05/2023
Oscar Benjamin