MERCY LIT OUT OF DARKNESS
‘I barely have the balls for anything, I happen
to just be a token of mercy’
– Eniola Abdoulroqeeb
When they say the world collapses –
They mean, your head is the target
Do you know that for every Adam there is an
apple that leads to the grave?
apple: temptation grave: wages of sin
In this Eden, what God sows is not what He reaps
seed: purity harvest: iniquity
Disobedience is a testament that
privilege is an opportunity to worship satan
Man, thou hast lost thy glory
Man, thou will toil the toil of sweat
Man, Eve will scream whenever you
try to escape from her womb
Man, this poem is your fall from mercy –
grace shape-shifted into disgrace.
To see light, taste the horror of darkness
To reach heaven, know the route to hell
Peace we seek is closer than chaos we home,
When will you tire from schooling your
body to endure iniquity?
There is something unexplainably surreal about
divine forgiveness / sacrifice / repentance
& the peace that calms storms.
God of our peace, scepter of righteousness,
what joy have you enshrined in the
constitution of chaos?
Poem (c) Joel Oyeleke
Image: Lians Jadan on Unsplash cropped