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Poet's Rage [Poet’s Rage]

If my pen could sputter bullets,
How I would riddle your frame
With a thousand heated words!

If I could ink, now, scalding acid,
Would I not drown your greedy throat
That your tongue may lie no more?

If only I could rhyme you death
And enjamb your stolen laughter
With spells of lingering tears!

My pen bears not Merlin’s spells
Nor my ink the curse of death.
Still, I shall curse you to your grave.

My words shall steal into your souls
And be the worm that eats out
The vegetable’s life from within.

I shall write, verses to make you
A blank verse, empty, dark –
A shadow that walks the day.

I’ll rhyme your day into dark night
If your lips shall not swallow their lies
And your hands, return the stolen dreams.

Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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