And spoke to me of sunshine bright,
While hiding rain behind the skies.
On a path of lies, I took my journey;
Alas, far in fields of shade-less space
His rain brought me down to my knees.
Drenched dog shut out of his kennel;
I waited for the Devil on this path,
To make his pleas his dying knell.
So, I sheared Satan’s fiery mustache.
In my fury, I trimmed his raggedy beards
And my words lit his hair, a flaming match.
Let not your heart doubt that I did;
In the shadows of my wilted dreams,
I hid, and there, I did this great deed!
Written by:Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.