The Joys Of A Stoney Heart Poem by Michael Eziudo

Oh how I love to watch it happen
When the bites of thier enemies get them fallen
And great blood like the river adourns the bed
From bodies in thier struggles against uninvited death
Down the roads, the rivers, then the sea

It is a battle of first to finish up its pray
The fires, the matchets and the garrisons
As the prays scream and wail in pains and suffering
Human flesh like mere meat roasted, dotted and butchered
And to my joy, they unceremonially bid the earth farewell

Others after the boomings of the bomb to my satisfaction
Pick their bones and gather their intestines
Others run knowing not they were already dead
And written on their cold faces is the fear of what tomorrow holds
A cry for help a melodious song from these victims

How foolish they were running from the visitation of death
Early to die early to rise and the earlier the judgement
Perharps my passion gives them as unto me my hope a free pass to paradise
The killer did you a favour though it comes by cruelty
Stops your continuous sin and suffering in the land
I love to see you cry to death my friend
A means of passing away so cheap so easy so dramatic

Blame me not maybe I act in ignourance
Knowledge of seven virgins as a worthy reward a thing to cherish
And a rosy gardened Eden a place that kindles an endless fantasy
I chose my part for what I know not what you think
I do not assume for assumption is costly
The cry after it so pathetic that grief can't quench it
My gains and my joys in my hope they lie
Of a promise seven virgins and a reward of gardened Eden
As I was dearly and passionately taught by my Rabonis
I fear geared by the great ruler of the dark world