My Apocalypse Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Once upon a time when
I stood as a trained
Student to pour out my
Poems on the podium and

Platform, like a preacher
To the crowd while my
Disciples cry, I told
Tales of a script in the

Scriptures why darkness
Encroached, and creep in
To the heart of men'that
Evil, and devil rules,

For it will come a time
When love leave the land
And men turned sour to
Another, when the songs of

Solomon was sang no more,
That wisdom is gone with
The Gray headed ones that
Once hold to it, that even

Babies no longer trust the
Breast of their owner, when
Men will be friends to
Grave yards, that what is

Desired, will be deserted,
That even the valiant, and
Villain run, and much which
Were once, many now banished

And tarnished, and the world
Thrown into the abyss of
Discomfort, as men reincarnates
To cannibalism, while the voodoo

Priest resurrecting death dogs
To feed on for their magic, yet
The land run red with mans
Blood, the priest, and priestess

Chants incantations to incarnate
Those who hears, and heels them
And calls it preaching, men drinks
To merriment for tomorrow might

Never come, so I bow to my maker
That made me, were we to return
To the dust that we were made? Why
Then were we made if we were to

Fall were we were made? yet the one
With description wins the race,
For description is the best part of
Valour