Destruction Makes Power

For want of threads of dialogue

A city heads down to the morgue,

And there the ill-fated bullock

Got its horns wrapped around a deadlock.

Out of hatred

Destruction makes power,

Life once sacred

Is spat out like dry powder,

Things gone to a head

Now fall down dead.

Syria

She is by horror haunted,

Rhymes with myriad

As a bomb-tide erases the wasted

Until those 40% bleed or sleep.

The darkness is complete.

Akpan

Dreams Don't Lie

Our dreams are young
And tender like a rose bud,
Sensitive as the skin on a baby's butt.
Our imagination keen as a youngster's,
A solid refuge in disasters,
A hope that sticks like plaster.
Our dreams sculpt us
And sharpen our focus.
We must shelter its shoots
Build ridges to protect its roots.
We must tend our threatened garden
Raise a hedge before it is trodden.
Budding dreams
Are rare dreams,
They're hard to come by
Tho in time all things die,
True dreams do not lie.

Akpan

Need to Bleed

I feel the need to bleed
I kinda miss the thrill
Cause feeling has become luxury.
My heart timed out n' imploded,
The sketch is duly noted.
Hearts of stone have been molded
By license to kill freely given
To men with guns whose heart's frozen
Conscience was an open wound
Before it got tanned for leather.
Our beached love vessel is marooned
And man trusts not his own brother.
Our custom hearts beat a custom tom;
We sold compassion for a song.
I feel I'd feel if I bleed
Right now my spot is a weed.

Akpan

Hate

Don't think for a minute.

Now imagine

The world we live in

Is under siege by

Hate

A thief of life.

Hate

A trigger of war,

A healer of none.

Imagine one word

Turning us into monsters

Bringing out the beast in us

Killing off the child we was.

Hate

Degenerates us

Agape

Regenerates us.

But which one shall we choose?

We got so much to lose.

Akpan

Gilt-Edged Invitation

I will take you down to where I live
All the way up to the nth degree
I will show you fear in the crannies
The tears on the pillow shed nightly.
I'll give you a blow-by-blow account
Of the kiss-kiss bang-bang downtown.
I will share the dreams I often dream
The waking dreams that's my reality.
I'll take your hope and break it slowly
Like Passover bread we'll eat and weep,
Show you hate in the eyes of a teen
I raise the skirts of a child n' you see
The bombs strapped to her waist set to kill
God's enemies who resist his will.
I will love to show you where I live
You'll want to bleed when you see me bleed.

Akpan