The Invader
Abdulmujeeb Abiola AJIBADE (Class 2)
Sunday 07 Jun 2020
358
Sunday 07 Jun 2020
358
THE INVADER
Prior,
I was dressed and well addressed
And laced in my colourful adire and lace
You came and questioned my presentation
It is no reason to worry, it is my native
No! With guns you yelled. PRIMITIVE!
This, my dress my, choice my culture
With a grin: “All she needs is a little tortureâ€
Then, with a strong grip on my neck
Please don’t, in pleaded, trembling
But he was deaf and blind with flame of greed
Burning in his eyes and his breath like an oven
As I make to scream, he knocked me down with a shoulder spear
Falling flat right in the wrong position of his evil plot
Swiftly, atop of me like a hungry guest to a dinner pot
I tried a again but was suppressed with a vile tongue
Fangs of fire, thrusting and locking my vocal cords with
A blaring nose like a steam engine, boiling my tears
Then the exploration began: carting out all my valuables;
Prodigally ravishing all my treasures;
Lavishly devouring all my pleasures
My cocoa, My timber, My crude oil, My treasure chest
His body pressing heavily on mine, my breath fading
My vision blurry, going black and the pain unbearable
As Stakes and pegs cut through all felt and feeling
North South East and West suffering in agony
You might have enjoyed quenching your thirst
But it is spring drained to sooth your thirst
I am now a mud full of cracks and scars
I am nothing but a deserted desert
Left empty, bare, blue-black and broken to suffer and recover but with nothing to cover.
Name: Ajibade Abdulmujeeb .A
Pen Name: The Soaring Eagle
Mail: emjayaviolar@gmail.com
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