BLEEDING SOUL (For sexually abused children)

Little She, The sun left her sky so fast And her moon vanished under groans Of lustful beasts and hungry wolves That eclipsed day, Did she pray For life to end suddenly And the invading pains with it? Did she close her eyes in shame And await the final thrust? Did she wish for thunder… Continue reading BLEEDING SOUL (For sexually abused children)

HUNGER (a poetic farce by Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor)

See, he lies in wait: To strike for victory, To make little children cry And old men grumble like pigs. He torments Without mercy And makes the talkative Mute. Anger makes up his entourage Smiling faces change And bellies rumble like thunder; Bodies never remain same But his weapon of belle destruction Can’t stand the… Continue reading HUNGER (a poetic farce by Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor)

THERE’S CRICKET IN THE SAND (by Torty Abasi Tortivie)

There is cricket in the sand Summoning the children in excited bands On our January silvery shores We enact again our cherished lore Reeds ripping upon earth’s womb For tiny delicacies crying in burrows Dreaming sucking their abdominal juice-comb After toiling our faces into furrows The sand is patterned with fanfare Or, name it a… Continue reading THERE’S CRICKET IN THE SAND (by Torty Abasi Tortivie)