Ijeoma's thoughts freely
A course wildy ran
Mercilessly, logic, time
Crushing
Necessarily, perchance,
In that order
Flowed not
Defiance, on her face,
A path labyrynthine
Marked
A countenance morose,
Sculptured by taunts,
Shouted
A spirited enthusiasm,
Unmatched by none,
Ranted
Explanations,
Devoid of sorrow,
But alive with venom,
Ceased not,
Listeners prejudiced,
Mindlessly impatient
Elders, sullen-faced,
to befuddle.
Gathered then, a mob,
By self-restraint
Surprisingly tempered,
asking:
"Where went your master,
woman?" ,
"My husband's keeper,
I'm not", she replying.
Wailing sticks,
Wildly wielded
Shameless brethren
A defenceless victim
Cowardly brutalised
Hovered deftly, alas,
Up in the sky above
Vultures rampaging
Elsewhere for supper
These blood-suckers
Must tonight look
From evil forest
Nnodi's unexpected return
His poor wife's neck
In the nick of time
Miraculously saved;
Men indeed, vicious,
Innocent,
Unconscious woman's
Foes all,
Mightily shamed!
Lagos
4 comments:
Uncle Amadi knows how to take our heart along. Oneday you'll tell us how the Husband's neck was saved. And Uncle Amadi where does ur inspiration comes from.
In america, men abuse their wives effortlessly. A Wife's Neck saved is s Redemption in Africa setting.
Tank you sir!
More poems please, you should never stp writin.
@Russian Wizard
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