The Lost Fury Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Cold but fury amidst the hate
lost in the den of thieves
The park is full of daunting Judases
Stay and face their wrath, run and die their death
They died every moment they let out their fury to live
Above all was how they told their stories of hate
Ancient and dark are their myths of horrors
Full of groceries venom of hate and revenge
How be it these monsters remained with men?
In their fury the purged the old world of paradise
Today they came among us in shadows of tribes
and make us die side by side