Poetry

Decisions backed by deceitful mocks

There was once a land

Far and wide

Towards the sunset

The land of plaited horrors

Beasts lay their bellies

Upon the earth surface

World treasures; their occupation

Thick and grey in the sky made it rain

I had to go to school

To teach a lesson which I didn’t resent

Teasing me

I was renounced mad yet sane

That was the evening

Coarse drops had fallen

I was at school; road was muddy

The sun sunk

The light dissolved

It rained; who would stop?

Thash thash thash

We ran away homing

Shoes off and approaching the church

Truly not a sleeping place

Next to the church; a cattle camp

Not sheltered

Dung causes sliding

We nagged the cattle camp and the church

Thunder boomed

Almost deafening

As if I was behind a witch

Lightning cut through the young dark

Clothes heavier and watery

Home was drawing closer

Non-stop was the run

The body instead of cold was ironically warm

My heart seemed happier

Black and white across my sight

Seedlings were knee-heighten

Cows mooed in the byre

Home was vacated like battle field

Madly I stormed into the hut

And went back to creation of man

Soon; dry clothes were on

I got into the byre which had fire

I weaved hands over fire

Hands back onto my chest to warm it

I thought milking the cows with my hands cold

Chiiu chiiu chiiu

And a torch light

A word accompanied

Not forlorn I realized

My hands over fire

Hands back to my chest

Shivering was by gone but a cold laughter

Dripping still outside

A foolish in-walk

Was a plan to destroy me?

I was needed for interview by unknown figure

Reasons were guessed interview

I didn’t understand

But I had applied and would go for interview

A question after question

But I didn’t get perfect answers

This fake message touched my heart pulses

Mocker’s words

Confusedly told deceitful death

Of my beloved mom

I got irritated

Continuous disturbance at supper

A lost key with black rope

Either to signify life lost or life found

More mingled up I became

I couldn’t derive the happening

The key was later found

Till dawn; my eyes not sleepy

I pondered over it: who is this found in my family?

I knew my dad died old and I witnessed his death

He possibly could not return

A brother who died

I thought he could have come; might have been injured only

I hoped having a brother till then

The following morning

My body was heavier in that light

People gathered in the hut

Sick…ill are you?

I knew not what to say

Asking what they had never been asking before when I was sick

A day came and passed away

I was down

Eagerly waiting for powerful explanations

I perceived laughter and disdain

Jumpy I was

Lunacy glued to their tongues

I hardly ate

I drank milk until making it away

Liars are always foes

I was neglected to totality

I pocketed three pounds only

Heading town-wards

I loathed conversation to its utmost

Maltreatment drained my brain

I didn’t bet revile in them

Scoff at and snigger seeking explanation

My brain drained and drained less

I initiated to go study

Confinement kept me a door

Waiting for perpetuity

Tough politics and tricks of tricksters

I felt old for those clap-traps

To meddle round or home

I thought fretfully

I was already in town

No vehicle could leave that town by then

I ordered chapati with meat in that eatery I entered

The cost was my wealth of three pounds

Nothing was left for Everest to quench thirst

This was my first meal in a week

Milk was a stand-in

I surely was weedy and sought energy

I was fragile to virtually fall on my rise

I rested to finish meal and regain energy

I had no sleeping place

No bedding moreover

A playmate walked in sooner than later

We exchanged affable hands

Asking the happening

My look surrendered my secrets of tribulations

I was in gracious shoes

I had not only Everest to quench thirst but also Soda

We quenched

The question hanged

I had no craving to illuminate my tribulations

I had to proceed that night

I could not forty wink anywhere in that town

See; the guy swayed me to not walk that night

Someone would do away with my syrupy life; I thought

Must have been a off-keep from my attention

I put up in that same hotel

On a bumpy mat

I fathomed no heaven for me

I was somewhat okay

I revisited their hands that morning

Eventually I abandoned them

I had to find my Aunt

She expected me

I had no appetite

I swallowed five spoons and retired

Noise rose vibrantly

We ran out there and watched

Aunt cried; my nephew will be killed

I developed bitter throat

Flashed mingled up

Soldiers sang

Are those soldiers? Asked I

Wrestlers: she said…get into the house

I didn’t see wrestlers nonetheless

I flashed this and went for that till entering newly erected byre

Ingestion I repudiated too

I lay head differing fire

I slept alone that evening

I snubbed being guarded because I was sane

The night was well; I slept well and comfortable

My feet faced fire

My head distanced

I dreamt while night grew mature

An old woman snubbed getting into grave

She was pushed in forcibly finally

Black blocks passed across my sight

White blocks accompanied

I was awake and the scene advanced

A voice sang

Darkness has disappeared and light has come with peace

I didn’t know the song but those few lines from the chorus

I recovered better there

My aunt had brought some food then

She had treated milk with cow’s urinates

I disagreed while she forced me to drink and eat

Since then; I regained appetite as before

On the third morning

I could evacuate

I had managed swallow roasted maize grains

Not feeble; I was a giant

I revisited the town before it rained

We stepped onto the road

Scarce traffic but we had to veer sideways

A fair gentleman came persuading me to ride one of his vehicles

I was walking with my niece

I could not implement his plans

Soldiers spoke in their lorry

Come please come; we have suffered cattle raids

Just addressed to the road; did I discern who I was to them?

Rain drops fell upon me

We didn’t give up walking till we reached the town

The town was crowded and busy

School children gathered grass bundles

At the booking office; a policeman stood with a cane

Not meant for me either

We booked; travelling to the state’s capital

Before the departure

My clothes were unwashed

My elder sister promised to wash them for me

At the barrack; she was not qualified to do washing

I was still in devilish hands

I slept in their hands

That was my departure that evening by bus

Covering three hours; we took a break

A break for lunch and urination

The vehicle took off afterwards

I felt princely not from any royalty

Emergence of new world

They seem as if decisive

But no; they aren’t

They are specialized only

In shuffling of feet

And abusing innocent people

Kidnapping, stealing and raping

Characterize their steps

Steps full of fragrance unhidden

Road divides into ten

Oh, they are unable to differentiate a tree from human

In bars they dwell

Wish they are made breweries

You too give them money

Money to buy their staple food

My God; its itching smell the sweetest

They will be like God

Their intelligence surpasses that of scientists

Believe me, they use belt to urinate

Instead of old urinating organs

The best style, give them thanks

They will come up with a world of staggering on roads

It will be a world of no death

They would think like they think

Their drunken wives will accompany them

Wives of their type

To cook them their staple food

They will reproduce yes,

At the day time

No time at night

Just before filling a bottle of wine

Always glued to their pockets

They will never attempt to conquer our world

They will go in peace for creating their world

Amidst Indian, Pacific or Atlantic Ocean

Whichever they think shallow

And pour sand from nowhere

Standing in their ships, the bottles

Rhythm of Asylum

Weird looks beneath the carpet of dust

Mooing echoes in the breadth of dusk

Phenomenon of chastity

Gone with coded nicety

Sparrows speck on grassy floor

Walking their thin feet on the greasy parlor

Echo into my lobby ear-lobe

Freak my thoughts with global identity on the globe

Brittleness aches on my lobe

Wreaking breakdown on the slope

Click your finger on my globe

Eying perpetrators descending the slope

Obnoxious pause

Brittleness weirdly to pose

Boss of destiny obstruction like mouse

Imposing ruins on innocent house

Chant bitter to pause

Merry bewildered shan’t wreak weirdly pose

The doom regime

Doom regime thrives in our midst

Challenging the offer, the heartfelt offer

We offer saving humanity

Justice we aim at is backed with recklessness

Letting us perceive vanity

All day long we walk long distances

Working diligently and freehanded

Anticipating warm welcome

We are ambushed by doom regime

While we don’t yell for coins

We’re pushed on thorns gathering data

Are you a Journalist or a Journal list?

Shall I help you and leave refugees?

Oh tis unkind

Ironically we veer for loaded artillery of threats

The hate we get markedly brought by our poor status

Rich and rich are friends but cities were towns

Empty vessels we’re called

Even if the doom officers were so idle

They begin business on spotting us

Empty vessels you say and shake

We’re poor and able to teach loyalty

You the mice play in absence of cats

We’re stout enough

To challenge and resist injustice

Bark at us blatantly

We can’t be shaken

Misdeeds will bait you coz we’ve freedom of expression

Refugees you claim to serve, we’re

Imagine us waiting while you’re pleased with notes

We don’t see your compassion

Your gate is doom

Where oppressions loom

Impersonating inside, your golden padlock locked

Your red eyed keepers, beasts to swallow refugees

Your essential gate is not worthier than

Poor refugee Journalists chased like dogs

Needn’t rivalry, we fight for liberty

Your gate is doom, we upend fair treatment

Lest you’re paralyzed in your golden chairs

The atrocious famine
By JW Kuir Dut

They counted ribs on their concertina chest

Bones protruding as if chiseled

By a sculptor’s hand of famine they suffer

The looked with glazing pupils

Seeing only a chignon on some sky-high shelf

Their skins are pale and faun

Like a glove in a doctor’s hand

Their tongue darted in and out

Like a chameleon’s

Snatching a confetti of flies

Oh! God

Their stomachs are lion’s den

Boisterous day and night

What a marvelous shock

Of hunger their eyes shone

Poverty the fortune of the poor

You be called fair?

Don't call me that you think

Not me

I need no name

No nicety being called by name

We're distinct in nature

You're not me

Me not you

Yaws you have I don't

You be called yaws

Me no yaws I gonna go

You differ partly

Your head rock shaped like 'Kalemchuch'

You be called 'Kalemchuch'

A mouth full of words

You be called a mouth full

Your likes're yours

You be your likes

Should you change your destiny

You be called change

Your personality not mine

Me be my personality

Good name be judged

You appear wicked

You be called wicked and written on you

On you so we hide

Don't call yourself who people call you

Be called that you hide in you

So you sense it fair

You be called fair?

©Sabbath De Yecouba

Hugging sorrow

Twas painful hearing his return to the dust

Dust which moulded him

Sshiv…in no maze

I was amazed

Chewing midrib of neem leaves

Lacking tooth picks

Jay Chop Jay, no more

His wisdom washed to the dust

And his innocence and kindness

Eeei…my heart pains

Where to be retrieved?

Midribs added nothing to his diet

But the bitterness of poison

Habit would have spared him if they were friendly

My little wisdom was foolishness

He was urged to wash and watch

Before taking the stuff

Yet his love for it earned him poison

Ma’woou…gone with his white teeth

So I hug and kiss sorrow

I speak from the bush

By JW Kuir Dut

When I come, anger occupies space in the chest

Furry like frogs and you ask where I live to chase

We live in hell, you heaven but I don’t see angels

Is your heaven a home of Hosea’s wife?

I speak from the bush

Wise you’re, yes you say but sir

People eat while walking up and down

Is your town migrating? Amazing they move

And we from the bush are settled

I speak from the bush

We from the bush, man don’t take man for a wife

But sir, are your women for pride and decorations?

Men cook while women wait to eat

I speak from the bush

In your city, you have cultures yes, not equal

We dance but make fools out of us

You intimidate the dance where women belong to no men

And men to no women, your good culture you call it

I speak from the bush

May you answer me sir, I talked the bush

You from the city, two legged creatures same

When I greeted you in the hand you wave the air

You speak your wisdom

I speak from the bush

Will you hear me?

The Miraculous Child

By JW Kuir Dut

Prophesies at the age

To be born with an iron rod

Divinity was to be his might

Pregnancy in two decades

Accompanying pains and sorrow

His birth was cemented by blood of his father

United the blood shedding families

Prove ignorance to his mother

The fulfillment of the prophesies

Blessed by God, honored by spirits, respected by men

The conqueror of the conquerors

Shelter of the black

The only eye of the world

Looking as the source of the blessed

The Black-man messiah

Oh, father resting in peace

Even if I didn’t see your face

I will fulfill the prophesies and your vision

Cry no more mother

I am the miraculous child

A Traitor
By Edward Kiplagat

Dogged by confusion

I lost my intuition

Condemned to sorrow

I will always have yours lost straw

In you I thought I were a pillar

Never did I know I had befriended a heart killer

More poisonous of a deadly viper

Who could hurt even much deeper

You tipped mine heart with yours sharp dagger

Its pain I can withstand any longer

I guess I saw a gesture

Which portrayed yours picture

Saving grace being mine courage

I have got to put off this burning rage

Wide opened being the under-ward gate

I am like a cursed son of fate

Crying myself dry yours act I won’t erase

An ugly thing it was to showcase

Ignoring mine excruciating pain

Heartless you became like the man Cain

Silence now have become mine urgency

Sipping away all my energy

By my side I have several clergy

To have theirs advice

In protest to condemn yours vice

To you heartless being

One pound to do such a thing

The one who gave me a poisonous sting

I swear! You will one day be haunted to think

When you come across mine poem written in ink

Who is an enemy????

Who is an enemy?

It's s/he who dupe,

Is selfish,is rude,rejoice in wrong doing,

Condemn others' luck,

Don't tell secret so soon,

Go against the successfull work of the hard worker,

Underestimate someone's knowledge,

Is corrupt and ignorant,

Oppress,scold and dehumanise

But you know what?

They hide secrets from me,

Mistake me for an idiot,

Underestimate my approved talents,

Keep me bored,

Don't agree to let me taste

The bearings of my hardwork

Who is an enemy my dear?

They ignore, dehumanise,scold,

Condemn my luck,

Appear corrupt:hide from me,

Back bite and mishandle

When I fight for my right

They wondered hearing me successfull,

Blocked my guests and disclosed

They address rumours

About me to my love and

Deny me all human rights

So who is an enemy?

I dare deny them for relatives,

And friends

Leave alone my innocent parents and siblings

They could do their waste to destroy me,

I am tired of their deeds

They prepare me for the worse

Who is my enemy now?

Hurting our souls

Darkness and sorrow

The inhabitants of the earth

What a wonder we get from them

In our dwellings

We call disaster into our lives

Tongues we don’t hold are destructive

We value fantasy

Our dignity lowered

Our souls adversely affected

The world isn’t worth our lives

The more we pay attention to greed

The worst our lives become

And the causative oblivious

We call disaster into our lives

Tongues we don’t hold are destructive

We value fantasy

Our dignity lowered

Our souls adversely affected

How good are we

If we can’t work on it, the world

We turn against our neighbors

Love on everyone’s lips not shown

We call disaster into our lives

Tongues we don’t hold are destructive

We value fantasy

Our dignity lowered

Our souls adversely affected

The wise suffer more than less-privileged

Emotions and unnecessary behaviors

They are sensitive to destroy souls

Fools not knowing where the world heads

We call disaster into our lives

Tongues we don’t hold are destructive

We value fantasy

Our dignity lowered

Our souls adversely affected

Mouth which keeps bad words

And say the necessary

The owner is intelligent

Random talk you call intelligence is foolishness

We call disaster into our lives

Tongues we don’t hold are destructive

We value fantasy

Our dignity lowered

Our souls adversely affected

Aperture in my soul

Praise him who found the path

Praise the lion hearted warrior

Whose work lives forever?

He who lit lanterns in our rooms

For us not to be bound in darkness and sorrow

He who eliminated idleness in our hearts

And implanted determination in our souls

He was the son of our own flesh

And the bearer of the shield among us

He could define justice and equality in capital letters

He was a gifted dude

His voice and speeches

Were full of essence and deadly

He emerged when we blew horns after bulls

When we were bound in bondage

Of oppression and dehumanization

When we covered our bodies with skins

And red ochre our lotion and perfume

Our children were enticed

Kidnapped and sold as slaves

Our leaders were butchered in our own eyes

No rights were guaranteed to ‘girits’

Mockery referring to us

The best leaders showed off and ascended thrones in coups

Our lives out of medication and education

He learned and refused Islamic names

And his foreskin wasn’t removed adamantly

No: he wasn’t assimilated and gathered strength

For his work of liberation

Protesting against torture

Land grabbing and human labour with his angels

Martyrs, the founders of peace

And there blew a strong wind

Ov’r and across the hills of Africa

Same wind which blew away our eye opener

It snatched him

Leaving our souls hollow

Greater loss not to bear him anymore

We unite in spirits, unite us…last smile is yours

The dice game

Throw the dice

It isn’t so nice

To be idle

Like and idol

So play the game

You won’t be tamed

Throw the dice

To run like mice

On the cardboard

Or get into the boat

In the river to fish

Securing the dish

Throw the dice

Let it go thrice

And if ya hand fatigues

Chase the chicks

To catch one

For ya pet chan

Throw the dice

And give into advice

Of going to the market

With a basket

To carry goods

Then mix freely with dudes

Throw the dice

Setting good price

Working with all ya might

Even at night

Avoiding tough questions

From police not to be cautioned

Glorify for Freedom

By Nyak Simon Lieth

No cry no fear
No bombardment no dead bogey
No tyrant war absent
No looting…..any abduction
Frail political bluff end
We are raising the flag with tears,
And glorify freedom
No cry no fear

New nation cheers tremendously
We chant for peace, love and unity
Long a wait prospective land is born
Our flip-flops end
Peace perished to the Kush (black)
No cry no fear

Huff huh marginalization hugged
Compatriot’s marvelous chant,
For harmony
Surfeit two decade civic war end
No cry no fear

May almighty God Magnify?
Streetwise munificent hero-heroine
And world diplomacies for crucial
Peace facilitation
No cry no fear

Poverty

Pains like a toe wound

Oar to row a depression boat

Virtue of fate

Eerie and degrading

Ruins like crucifixion nails

Tower of the poor

Yawns to set the world apart

Liberty Anthem

Torrential tears gushing on streets

Nuisance: what a perpetuated shame?

Blood and flesh broken

Brighten horrendous paves

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

Bursting streetwise

Millions scavenged

Exploded bombs

Lose soil fertility and the land bare to date

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

Plight realized

May it not override us for the dead?

Overconfidence and over-joy, I rather warn

All is here realized

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

Besieges, grenades, bombs and mines

Shamefully lack time for their vices

With this aftermath: better eat up your designer

Hoya: break your farmer who planted you

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

What a day glamorous

Glamor shown during voting

Flowery environment never before

I noticed..nodded…we could make it

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

Utmost attention we seek

Selfishness never to divide us

Greed for power and stomachs, let’s resent

Aftermath ours and traitors yonder

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

We sing though graves are yonder

Pulling us back to grief

This aftermath will be our gladdening source

Sheria go and kill where you were born

Sing again berry angels

Queens of this royalty

"Gagged"

It’s hurting to gag

Lonesome amidst dreads

as we gave

it’s not compassionate

not passionate as here we stand either

A drop of water

To cut thirst the hardest to tell

How our heart long to see

Brings us hardship to feel

We end perturbed

Prayerful if to be managed

A long road to the farthest eternity

Mortality takes

Meaning while natality brings

Gagged still though expecting kindness

You may ask what we spearhead:

One, talk our guts free;

Two, bury tortures;

Three, generally all freedoms granted:

Four, you won’t ask if you have done all

"The stove of scandals"

In the nation of playwrights
The state of poets
The country of pigs
And the empire of apes
Evolution continuing

The home of jackals
And goats
The family of parrots
And the room of owls
No faithful crows
To throw meat down to me

Stomach grumbles
Under the loft of punched roof
Rays and drops falling upon me
In my prison.

Emotions dragging heart
Towards the mouth
An inch away
Advice swept to the blue sky
French leave not convenient

Shout louder in the home of parrots
Quieten them
And squeeze the zoomy eyes of owls
Your renovation sends you a crow

The poet wrote
And so did the playwright
And I learnt poetry
Under parrots’ domination
Part time with the poet and playwright
Part time with the parrots.

A poet, a playwright
But an additional novelist
And the up-and-coming young donkey
His pockets checked up occasionally
For the salary
No debts but the lying lips piled up

Where is the eagle?
The blessed eagle to take me
To the sky
To taste those sweet fruits taken off me,
The fruits of livelihood?

If I could sleep near the dead
In their death beds
Aiming to spare my ruined life
The better
Close my eyes to be somewhat dead
The parrots will sing their songs of praise
To impregnate your dwelling

Receive a couple of thanks
Poet, playwright, novelist
An important gift you owed me
But the poet is off, handcuffed
The young donkey from jail to prison, no
It’s no better than the vast punched roofed
House of scandals.

Blind eyes

Poetry from:
Nyak Simon Lieth

True Hero-heroine fought on brutality
They fought on tyrant marginalization,
Liberty, human right abuses,
And sustenance of nation's prospective.
Their itinerary vision united the fruits
Hero died in haft dozen missions
Without accomplishing: the anticipated charity.
How can the nations bring them to live?

You huff culprit self-centered
The world has critically viewed
Your jeopardized- vision of,
Plutocracy
Country embarked: into new stage,
Non among you couldn’t remember
The war victims on long term bloodshed

Autonomy region is gearing up for triumph
Of culminate independence
Arrogant elephants' charm personalized,
Oligarchy and meritocracy

Money disappeared, disappeared
Yet wiseacre waved innocently
They grimace dark fingers
On the nation property

You are reflected Hero-heroine’s apparition
Through bequeathed:
Demented the public dignity
Engross and prioritized what,
Stomach demanded
Kids and old died daily
No ears no eyes
God has known your personalities
Kush shall condemn you.

'Are you a true Southerner?'

True Southerners are not them
Who go to South and like South
They're the peaceful
Who employ their wits
In Southern issues

True Southerners suffer
For their people
They're not chaotic
They keep eyes open to dust
Idleness in peoples' minds

True Southerners fight poverty
And don't ignore
Not corrupt
Implant peace
In their people

True Southerners aren't enemies
If they've an enemy
They can't collaborate
They struggle for the betterment
Of their nation

True Southerners don't intervene
In tribal clashes
For the good of their tribes
They consider themselves important
For all tribes in the south

Are you a true Southerner?

Heroes shed no tears

Tones of blood: we shed tears for you

Wild like buffaloes

Armed with determination

Bled to wash away mayhem

Loose in the bush

And this was the dawn

Jockeying against carriage

Carriage of buckets of wastes

With little or no pay bringing this aftermath

Aiming civilian protection

Hungry and strong in the jungles

On the right hand, the cross

Heroes shed no tears

You cultivated this wealth you don’t have

Gone: leaving families desolate

Not for their homes was their struggle

Look: most gone without families

Courage forever more

The weird will never go through

One is paid in his coin

As the land murdered

Our beloved, bidding us fare well

Calling out, “SPLA Oyee!”

And closed eyes: we love you

You are the true sons of the land

Your commitment is spiritual

We won’t forsake you

You were the alpha

And omega remains yours

These accomplishments are yours

On this sixteenth day of May

We let out tears of desolation

Our hearts broke…..in remembrance

Days of your struggles brighten

Our days to straighten our current paths

Here we unite in spirits

Peace ambassadors came with you holy

Holier for you burnt upending truth and justice

We seek your guidance

To push us away from forth coming infliction

As horrors fade: we take this control yours

We salute you: SPLA Oyee…..let no terrorist be born

Missing peace

Peace was sleeping

When a thunder storm was

She was a missing peace

Peace was missing

When wind blew away roofs

She was a lone peace

Peace was alone

When rain rained bullets

She was a dying peace

Peace was dying

When streams dried up

She was a thirsty peace

Peace was thirsty

Who quenched her thirst?

She was a dying peace

Peace was dying

Who mourned before her time?

She was a lone peace

Peace was alone

Who comforted her?

She was a sleeping peace

Peace was sleeping

Who awoke her?

She was peace not loved

Devil shall perish

Don’t touch me with wickedness
Never bring ruthlessness
You’re a devil
Into your life lurked evil
And the way you mock and tease
Thrives and never cease
With your sunken gravel
Liked eyes and the farthest navel
On your protruding stomach
With dirt so much
Into people’s lives you sneak
Secrets you let them leak
You lure them into stealing
And too much drinking
You turn them selfish
But don’t let them sell fish
You force them to do bad things
Like subjects oppressed by kings
You produce bad omens
Leading to torments
Yet your life tend
To come to an end
At times you’ll perish
Your manners you’ll vanish

-->A gay meddle

Locked in a shop

An impromptu to sell anus

For currency

On a tower: flustered

Police’s snoring

What an orgasm?

A fellow who flouts at corner ndogo

Kapsoya: on international women’s day

Out of his hood

Crushed by crowd

Police’s snoring

What an orgasm?

I feel queasy

A fellow with a paunch

Hooked to gay

Damn: a legitimate crush

Police’s snoring

What an orgasm?

Meddling in drugs

Cocaine addict effect the game

Watchmen inspected to rule out strangers

Sweet brats and adolescent girls

Police’s snoring

What an orgasm?

At unconsciousness

Pervert’s wealth drown

At service by his tribe men

Admitted at Moi referral flushed

Police’s snoring

What an orgasm?

Of what notions?

Woe unto the terrorist of nations

Plaiting horrors in even sections

Wicked which invades: leaving no remnants

Oh complainants

Of deprived nations