Riddles of Dystopia

Adookorn Auaduma
@auadumaadookorn150359
6 days ago

When the cloud hadn't formed in the sky
and the stars were not yet born - in the days
of my youthful vigour, the vibrant warrior god

She was in her prime, a gorgeous princess
of the gods who staggered with a sceptre
of torture from a den in the middle east

We met at the courtyard above
and had a vow to procreate warrior stars,
and I happened to be the first born

of the sun nursed on the lap of the sky,
tutored by the seraphs in divinity,
cosmology and astronomy at the
translunary institute above the moon

As a child of the ethereal, I am gifted
with the complete wit to predict and perturb

If you earnestly earn me an unsolicited
mandate to posses the iron crown sceptre,
I remains your providence to paradise

I will cover you with a leaking roof on rainy
days, and give you hailstone for water,
a thorny path for road, and wild fire for energy

I am the son of the sun, that was born
to bombast - a sibling of the warrior stars,
and a graduate of translunary institute

In the blood bath of power I bathe the masses
and roll down the curtain on employment

With sword and slug I endorse youths
to delete, confuse and control the needy,
while I wear the camouflage mask of a political

vendor and rule the eerie throne of bandit
and terrorist, kidnap for ransom, rape for lust
and kill for religious and tribal despisal

as I negotiate the terms of release
with my DYSTOPIAN throne of tribalism.

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