Greetings to you! This is Apoeticnovelist podcast. A show that brings you to poetry and stories. Your host and Guardian Angel all the way from Lagos Nigeria: Okon Ukeme Cornelius Dominic
Come let's tell our tales of fear, doubt, joys, happiness and love in poetry and stories.
COVID19 a plague or Game? A mistake or an undertake? The Guardian visited earth to pick up supplications. The chilling breeze, empty prayer centres, markets and streets greeted his heart with sorrows. He peered through a window and saw Janet, the daughter of a murdered scientists, reciting a poem in tears? (She too was a scientist)
A Plague or A Game? Few in White Overall played the musical Scientific instruments of intelligence Frantically creating the wave of a demon The spirit which they unleashed
The sound undulation bears a mark Resembling a ghost they invoked in The past who danced disgracefully In the market Square Inflicting few harm before it was tamed
These vehement knowledge lovers gathered Like drunken elders in their Chemical studio They played both flute of Cell Respiration and drums of Chemical Energy Invoking the respiratory Demon
More powerful and bestial than its brothers O irrational intelligent, men on white overall You experimented on a demonic note The orchestrated symphony is very rebellious
The rhythm fidgeting the globe The rhymes painting our life's pattern The dark shadow beast breaks free Sipping life from all within it path
It wafts with ferocious audacity Showboating its might in the village squares Calling out to fools and rash No brave warrior to confront it
The Robin Hoods in White Overall Who found ways to annihilate the demon Had their throat slit or their mouth sewn By the godfathers of the men in white
The world markets and prayer centres The true grave of silence Spirit doing the buying and selling God echoing his message of hope
The mighty and powerful shivering under their tables Parents wearing mournful cloak Children with sackcloth of hope Hunger and depression their captors
Every home putting out its light City and street it has hushed Whistling wind of fright and death Flow quietly passing by the windows
Who began this music Why experiment in the studio Today we eat terror and dread the open And lost in virtual reality and unhappiness
Our children will come to know Of the risk of irrational knowledge Only if we humans will learn from the devil Which we have unleashed upon ourselves
When Janet was done, she kept saying in tears as waters fall from her eyes... "Irrational Knowledge/ Business Idea --- Oh! Men In White at the Playing Ground... A Mistake or An Undertake?" The Guardian angel shook his head and went about collecting supplication --- taking them to God.
Stay strong my podcast listeners and don't give up yet. The night and darkness of life is upon us but we will keep fighting and crushing the bones of the night until our last drop.
© Poem composed by Okon Ukeme Cornelius Dominic (Apoeticnovelist) All the way from Lagos Nigeria, Apoeticnovelist podcast loves you.
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