Align In Discord Poem by Damilare Tella

Alone on my cornfield
Darkness threaten to gulp us all
But the peaceful moon would not let it
Its rays touches my corn, like I am in my lovers' arms

Within me is an age long rage
Rest, I won't till my father's mockers are scorned
Their bones will burn, as I cook their flesh for my dogs to feed
With their blood, I must bath and my thirst it must quench
Their skulls shall be my sacred goblets
This I must do, in this world and the next.

Soon, the wind whistles by in its usual gentle self
And my corn caused to dance
Like a dancer to her favourite tune
Soon, it dawned me that these two worlds are align
Although, in absolute discord
And I am the unwilling Bridge.