When The Gods Are Broken Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Soul to soul, we cheer each other high
greasing through the epitome of our youth
she was a stride in her myriad flanks
hardly will she go unspotted in the wild

It all scuffle in the Tartarus of Ugbokolo
where boys were forged from stones and dust
rise with the milk of affliction and bitterness
determine to plow the toll gates of life

There she evokes beauty from Amsterdam
So innocent to a default that men worship her looks
Who taught you how to become a man in such a stake?
Well, she did
With her, there were no yesterday, today, or tomorrow

Just the will to obey her lust in fate
This is the tale of many African youngsters
When all were shine, lust and lost
Betrayed like the Luke of looks
crucified in crested cums of cunts
There the gods were broken and became men
even in eternity flanks of today
among the brotherhood of Christendom
they tarry abode and carry no fire to make it rain