The Poet Said Poem by Akintonde Praise

Writing down the unimaginable
Catastrophic
Incomprehensible
And insatiable
Desires of man,
My pen was left drowning
In an ocean
For lack of life jacket.

My pen was there to behold
The submarines below
Fully prepared to launch
Their inescapable violent missiles.


Like an intruder
Among the programmed robots
Left to guard the entrance
It felt.

If they all come to pass
My pen would have been a weapon
Forged in the heat of battle
To hold together
And to unhold untogether.