BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 39
Our conscience is dead despite the fear;
Is human an human from the rear?
Massacre and killings all around us
Despite death being an untoward choice!
I fear the day your cold hands be laid on me.
I fear thou pain, painful than stinging bee
The evil the hands boldly portray,
Has brought nemesis, death in fine tray.
Running to and fro like days of babel
With death itched in the face as label.
A restless soul with no doom in sight,
All is rightly bright, not in their sight.
Faked mammoths moaning for pride,
Incandescence ruling some kingdoms;
Flourishing whoredom widely a-stride,
Infidels and backbitters listed stardom
Is human conscience dead?
Why is human eye fully red?
Ready to kill at sight,
Evil doers rule at night.
Leave the kids in their abode,
Against the surgical lottery of abortion
Refusing to bear a child
And ending life on a bed of knives.
For a while, his thought was clear,
His confident to life stands so clear,
Until his conscience condemns him,
Lo, thanatophobia drained him.
The deed has been done
Why did you continue to be on the run?
Evil, you failed to shun,
Your Brother’s life you took, for your fun.
Oh! Do not I need a chance?
Won’t this pretty evil be a dream in a glance?
Ah! Every sight is of horror
Every pounding of the heart present sorrow.
Chagrined and exacerbated at Thunder’s horn
No rest for the wicked, no not one.
Justice still speaks for itself,
Come home and check yourself.
What doth human fear about death?
An end to the miserable life they call year?
Or an avenue to regret your choices and actions?
Act wisely! Death is not an horror fiction!
As thy cock coo and crow;
The petals of thy integrity wrinkle,
As thy fate of leadership faces a set bow,
Writhing snake stretches thy dimple.
Death is not a friend,
a food, you must surely be fed,
Untimely death from covetous gain of wealth,
Thanatophobia, The fear of death.
He sits beyond the sky,
With his back facing this mongrel,
Has happiness is buried,
In a sacred calabash,
No food nor resources
Heaven even shows no mercy on us.
Gasping, as he long for death,
His mind fills with fear,
Thinking for a way out from this snare,
Thanatophobia strung him as his mind seem to be clear.
Right before you, I sees death
Upon you, he will surely cast his net
To him, why death?
You did betray the blood of your birth.
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