DYSPHORIA
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
1 day ago
Feral storm from nature arsenal
convulse trees and fell
in the silent wood, befool their peace
but for a while,
stir the sleepless billow to roam on the bosom
of the sea, and die a foam
then recline at supernal cove for a rest
and relieve biota of doom
but we grope to no avail for life in the dark
You have crafted me the son of sorrow
who take up the swords of word
to express awful pang of horror,
fight with words as with sword
to manoeuver the remote sky with a cry
perhaps the maker will see my tears
and heal the scar of his clay
whose pains and pang solo over deaf ears
here, here on crimson palm of noon sun
downtrodden reeds face their dimise soon
Daughters of hunger hawk their butt for bread
do not hold their sin against them,
esurient lass lack spunk against fast fad,
necessity hurl her to gay farm
Politicians eat the sour bread of her woe
maggots of covenant
inflicted by uncanny love afair
oozes from discolour duct;
at the bay of misrule they bight our fate
with lack and hardship, endorse our death
Let me, the bearer, revise my dream
- endorse my puny life
to rescue my daughter from vice crime
even if she saunter a living dead,
dysphoric as the grave
on the high way of moneyed aristocrats
who dig pits of poverty on our path,
chop down trees and carve
for ill use - that banded stump and log
may not sprout another bud and bough,
