The Feast Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

The Feast

I want you to know
on this date there were thirty three to go
Whether you like it or not
I finally received the dot
on my forehead
then my poems went dead

Six hundred and sixty six
the final mix
Six six six
my poems fixed
Due to retribution
For my contribution

Speaking my mind
Saying what i like
They say the mark of the beast
For me, the mark of the feast
is a celebration of life
Doing what i like

Poetry interfaces with the world
Breathing life into words
Speaking truth
Looking for truce
If poems provoke war
or hate the more

Look in the mirror
At the era
You are living
Every evening
Living a lie
Mighty and high

A homo sapien
Uncertain
About the origin of species
Making false speeches
Unwittingly exalting
Without halting

The mark of the beast
instead of the mark of the feast
on my forehead
killing poems dead
resurrecting in a verse
in an alternate universe

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