The Rain Of Vengeance Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Bathing with spittle in an island
Is an unbelievable error of human creation
Like trees shrivel of severe dehydration
In deep forage of rain forest
An artificial anticlockwise motion of nature
Propelled by forces of selfish men.

When carcasses of divine nature becomes food
As men turn scavengers of rotten remains
The body emaciates and faces wrinkle
As inhabitants lose fresh and blood in toil
Hopelessness becomes a language of the street
And anger heats the soul to boil

All around sweat of bitterness spirals the sky
Too many questions and no answers
Just rhetoric, empty promises and more impunity.
How can I tighten my belt while you loosed yours?
Coveting our joint inheritance of nature's blessings
Yet you threaten and gaggle me to submission.

How much longer can this evil last
No end in sight, all is gloomy I see
But how much more can we endure in silence
As the heavens look vexed, heavy and darkened
The rains of frustration and anger about to fall
The flood will sweep away the oppressors of our soul.

Tuesday,15/08/2023,3.40am.