Womb Of Death Poem by Uche Nwanze

Beneath the land of the living is a Gatekeeper who lies in wait for the fallen. Rapacious and eager to grab everything for himself.
Beneath the depths of this terrestrial realm lies a fiendish beast never
satisfied but thirsts for blood.
Beneath the realm of mortals lies the
belly always hungry.
Beneath the abode of the living lies the
womb that never gives birth. She does not
become weary of eating.Her mouth wide open
as she swallows her prey.
Beneath the earth crust lies a miser who
never gives but always takes.she takes
away the ugly and beautiful, the senile
and youth, the valiant and coward, the
affluent and indigent.
Beneath the habitation of the living lies
a bank for the vanquished.
Beneath the estates of men lies Mother
Earth. It is her destiny to masticate the
flesh and bones of men.
Beneath the abode of the living lies the
gates of Hades. Always eager to welcome
her new citizens with open arms.
Beneath the city of men lies a gaol of
soldiers cut down in the battle of life.
Beneath the land of Homo sapiens lies a
shylock prince, he demands his pound of
flesh from every mortal, blue blood or
commoner.
Beneath this accursed planet lies a crafty
brigand she steals for fun. She pays deaf
ears to the wailing of Adaora for her
children. She turns a blind eye to the
anguish of Obinna for his lover.
Mortals succumb to her whims and caprices.
All men bow at her feet and owe her
allegiance.
Beneath where I put pen to write lies the
resting place when our life's pilgrimage
is ended.