Ogho Eberekpe
@oghoeberekpe
1 year ago

I SHOT THE BASTARD

Oh!
Hey!
How long? How long? How long?
How should I tolerate this; haven't I tolerated enough? The bastard holding sway.

He snatches the resilience,
He compounds the struggle and makes the frustration so feverish.
How long?

He steals the moon,
And he would not spare the stars and sun;
Not that he would allow the rain to fall on me.
He takes pride in my pain
And rejoices in my anguish;
Plea to the sky, the only answer I got was quiet and silence.

Yet the bastard laughs at me to scorn.
The bastard is happily rejoicing, stealing the sunshine, stuffing hope with frustration.

Oh!
Hey!
How long?

Shall the bastard terrorise my struggle,
My resilience, my grit, my belief and conviction? How long?

Then, I took the pistol.
I loaded the pistol.
Three bullets are all I need.
I took my aim.

The temple on the nozzle.
I pressed the trigger.
In prison
And entangled long enough.

Click!
Click!
Click!
One to the temple.
Another to the heart.
And the third straight into his vicious balls!
I just shot the bastard!
Regrettably so! Even the sky rejoices.

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