At the abattoir of agony,
Our trust is butchered
Into slices of meat
To be eaten by a chosen few.
Our hopes are on rags
Walking aimlessly in sobs,
Wailing for constricted opportunities
Meant only for the known.
Hunger ravines our flesh,
Making us like skeletal mesh
Disfigured into ugliness.
Our shadows now in zombie likeness.
Would we forever in pains be?
Swimming in the waters of lack
While the privileged ones
stockpile for their progenies unborn.
Anytime, thoughts of you
creep into the labyrinth of my memory,
I remember vernaculars of woes
degrading the euphoria of decency.
Cowries meant for acquisition of knowledge
chasing cosmetics, vestures, wannabes.
Brainpower now aesthetics.
I remember selfies in Dubai:
your pouting-lips fraternizing
with faces of potbellied grandees
I remember that mutual spasms,
smiles, jokes, pervading from the larynx
of a teenager and Mr. John Doe in a brothel
are products of fornication nevertheless.
Premature feeble conglomerate.
Brought to be by darts of Erotic fusion,
Gushing forth decibels of lithe languish,
Wanting a palm to buoy his innocence.
After all utility of satiable cupid desires.
The neonate is chained to death’s string,
Dismembered into a now of odious pain
Till he becomes an extinct joy of sin
Mayhem rummages to vengeance render,
Tearing all present cacophonies of change,
Gnashing lust to the sepulchre of mortality,
that lies beside the remains of this begat
Poems © Ajise Vincent