A Cursed Seat Poem by Ifeleye Ray

the writing with the ink that cast the spell
joyous hearts that seek none but the enchantments
for the time has come to feel the lost of hell
in the seat that is placed above all men

death of souls caused by lendless famine and needs
and the cry of the poor child on lthe street for lwhat to eat
placed the curse to the seat and its there indeed
the chronicle of our dying history that splits

from clan to clan they insisted to rule us all
in the seat where the eagle raised its wings high
and two horses, waiting to be ride down to the hall
will you ride by the chariot or fly in the sky?

fly over the rocks and storms
and shout 'waoh' at the enjoyment you've never had before?
or ride through the bad surface of the earth that is form
to see, sigh of the heart and what a man cries for?

these burden had placed their future in your palm
squeeze it, throw it and smash it at the nearest walls
tears they shed never stops, not by the reading of the psalm
did you see them or your glasses won't allow you see their falls

caused by the bidders of 'Fs' that claims 'As'
'won fi eso sile, won n pa lapalapa'
they all want to sit by the cursed all over again
forgeting no one sit by the chair forever

go, going or gone but the chair keeps its pace
stop the tears, smile the face and make the path
to live and sit not by the cursed, once you are the slave
one that serve not that grip unto his parts

for the cat to eat the lion's share
within the flesh of your heart will your mind soar
trully you will divulge, the freedom that you bear
and you shall reign beyond this timely tour