DESPIRE

There he sits, a wolf in sheep‘s covering

Stirring at me with face bent down

And spaghetti hair bent low

Like a bashful sheep ready to butt

Eyes peering over the roof of his goggles

That gives him the owl-like look

As a harbinger of fatal sinister

Guilty or not guilty! He roars

Like a hungry lion ready devour me

Raising his gavel in a wait for response

Like a hammer on a carpenters hand

His nails to my palms and eyes bloody red

I am his victim

The white sheep always slaughtered

On the altar of Gbemism

Always standing at the dock of sacrifice

Before his opened claws and teeth

With my hands traced behind like a fowl

The helpless white Christmas fowl

Destined to go down the stomach

My breath always on a mortals palms

Like an egg on a dagger point

Quacking epileptically to crash to pieces

At the slightest air blow

And wasting the unwanted precious slime

In my wretchedness I perish

Trembling in a wait for the final judgment

Over-adjourned judgment already known

My timid heart slams against my rib

My judgment is! I hear him say

And the egg came crashing to pieces

Which no man can ever put together.

Is the sheep devoured by the lion?

Just because it has no claws and teeth?

I guess someone or something watches

Even when the hawk naps the chick.