POETRY: The Day of the Ants – Elisha Otome Okoromoba @ElishaOtome
The Day of the Ants
It seems like a dream when the surge poured
The spirit rage within me and my fingers tweaked
Write! The voice roared angrily. Write!
There is rot in the land
Wickedness has crawled to the rooftop
It has spread its wings with utter disdain
The custodians of the law have drank
Their conscience to oblivion and cruelty
None, yes none has sewn truth
Their wretched tongue spits guile
Thievery is the content of their blood
And dishonesty! The fluid their soul lives off
Write! The spirits bids me ferociously
The vanguard of the people
The mouth piece of the innocents
The cloak and tongue of the clergy
The scepter and greyness of the elders
All polluted in the pool of lies and treachery
Hear! The spirit roars to me
Like a raging storm of thick clouds
My wrath is gone up with fury
The ants you have made to eat dust
Like a ravaging army from the West
Will eat your flesh to rottenness
Mercy will elude you in that day
Their bite is quick and your rot!
Is slow on your open eyes and numb body
They will recount your woes on chalk board
Your offspring to the fourth will not hide
Until the land is free of your filthy woes
– Elisha Otome Okoromoba
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