MURDER, NOT SUICIDE!
Agony from self-inflicted pains,
hands eaten up by chains,
antidotes left to dissolve in the
rain,
beseech is the masquerade of death
with hands full of cains.
"Yes pain, yes gain"
So he sings as he dances, and steps
on the slains.
How can life be such tight
that nothing else seems to be
right,
other than willingly procured
gnashes and bites?
even when the harmful snake
refuses to bite.
Life is not a bed of roses
You can ask Rose.
Not about what she lacks,
just mention to her the name
'Jack'
She will tell you -no one knew if
it would be rosy
fact remains they only made a
promise.
Promise as a stance of hope
hope to help cope
with the stones on the bed of
life,
where we all marry a wife,
and even bury kisses on her lips
just before we fall asleep
on a stone-cushioned kip.
Have you all the problems in this
world
or why the intention to slap a
warlord?
Is the order from your Lord?
than you choose hearkening to his
words.
Or is it fashioned out of the
word, brave?
than you decide to snap a selfie
whilst you dig your own grave.
Many reasons reasoned for the
cause of such action.
No, it's frustration! No it's
weariness!
Valiance or weakness?
Being wise or just a lifeshow of
foolishess?
Perhaps, being kind to mankind.
Given excuses of so many kinds.
add salt to a wound, trek the
wound near drops of salt
yet, its being called all sorts.
As if there's a justification for
such act of anger;
Anger is anger!
Why not just be patient, and wait
for tomorrow to come,
or what the day after tomorrow
will become.
From any angle you look at it,
the decision to do it is never the
last option, no matter the heat,
deep introspection slash
retrospection into it,
you'll see it's never worth it.
Just chew a chilling pill,
rather than a death pill,
You don't have to be a killer
before you be tagged a 'murderer'
Suicide is the first son of murder
She graduated with a first class in
the faculty of Murdery
Her name is suicide, but let us be frank here, you don't need to be
in such a hurry.
Just wait a lil bit,
you can even put on some fine kits,
have some fun far away from the dug pit
have some fun far away from the dug pit
it will surely get better, I bet.
But if it happens I lose the bet,
kindly take some more cheese
don't kill yourself yet, please.
Sooner or later, let's say, any
which way;
you're still gonna die, anyway.
I like the flow. Nice write up.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming around, Joy.
DeleteCouldn't have imagined this... The imagination is what I love best. But come to think of it, why the choice of writing on suicide on Val's day? Lol
ReplyDeleteIt's what you imagine everyday, dear Sheyyi. But come to think of it, you've only got your thoughts clouded by Valentine. *tongue_out*
DeleteJimcy is something else. Just chill, you're still gonna die anyway. Badt Guy. Lol
ReplyDeleteLol, abina. Such is life! We'll all die, let's just chill for that day to come. Life's too short to kill oneself.
DeleteIt's indeed Murder, not suicide. Especially when one decide to slap a mopol. I like the piece, keep penning.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the motivation. I promise not to drop the pen.
DeleteU go just dey write poem ni ti eh. When you suppose dey write another textbook on Calculus. U sabi Science, U sabi Art again. U're endowed with brain plus skull. Lol.
ReplyDeleteLike I do say, Keep writing.
Lwkmd. No be so o, Bro.
DeleteMan pikin just dey try noni. Thanks for your words. Keep reading.
Very funny, but true. Keep writing and keep keeping us posted.
ReplyDeleteAdeela.
I will do just that, dear Adeela. Thanks for coming around.
DeleteNice one, sweetheart. This is interesting! So, suicide actually graduated with a first class from the faculty of murdery? Lol... I love the connections between the words and the rhymes-wait for tomorrow to come or what the day after tomorrow will become. *thumbs_up* «More power to your elbow»
ReplyDeleteLol. Glad you love it, baby. Thanks for the wish. Me just hope say the power of the elbow no go hit you too. *winks*
ReplyDeleteHe who kills himself commits murder. Even the good book buttress that fact. Nice writing skills, good ryhmes, and creativity. Well done!
ReplyDeleteWho told you to slap a warlord? Lol it's indeed an act of taking a selfie whilst one digs his one grave. Lmao.
ReplyDeleteYou're good @writer.
Beautiful poem.
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