By
Hakeem Enesi Momoh
MADE MEN
Words that sends cold shivers,
down the spine of men.
Looks that send children –
under bed
Grunting hearts
craves for deaths.
Sphere they run for fears
Eyes looking red-hot
They are surely fear not.
Gleefully throws shade
till all-lights fade.
Roars on the shore,
they swore to tore,
Aimless they go
Tearing apart remains.
Self acclaimed victory
Chanting and toasting
scores of bodies they’re boasting.
STILL RAINING
The sun seeks refuge under the sky,
hungry bowls under water pipes
dying plants wear all smiles,
the roof becomes wet again.
The rain comes with a lot of joy,
with the aura it brings along,
you’ll surely want to stay for long
the moments we want to foward.
Drizzles coming,
Once again I’m out of my cave.
To embrace the sweetness,
the coldness that made me –
want to stay.
For once again we are drenched,
she goes away and makes us dry.
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