The beauty of hatred

The beauty of hatred The desire of the ill-educated prince A fellow pricks, tickles, fondles, pokes and caresses our senses He comes to ghettoize our instincts The brat who brawls in the streets Thinking money was found on trees A skilful musician composing songs of war As hatred boils in his heart Love and responsibility dissipate through his anus Pawns get the cold and flu When they have the salt and soap We sleep on 'jolomi' and say sets of dangerous prayers Rising and coming down like when we sat around fire roasting cocoyam for hours Forever they wish we will remain sour to each other as they soar high up the ladder In peace they call us but in pieces will they leave us Songs of peace tucked in between their toes They look at unity with their blind spot They come roaring and we go glowing Drawing encouragement from yesterday’s wisdom They emerge bold from the archives of destruction They sip to wet their brains And winnow it from public gain Sons of corruption, condemnation, confusion, deception, transgression A time to heal our shingles A time to appreciate our dimples But a time to kill and steal In the clear glare of the stainless sun A time to listen and hasten A time to look and bring to book their actions