Black Omens Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Each time all the year,
I see you plough
On that same plot
Same that I forbid you,
Planting many chilly pepper
Once, twice in a million heap
Heaps of hideous intentions
All against my wish
All against good tides
They cause me burns
Great heart chaos and pang
Impossible to curtail
Nay, heavy to bear
Maybe, you enjoy fracas
Like we play a rat race
To me it hurts, deep
To you it’s your ecstasy
Your daily happy pill
As a bandage to my tendon
It bleeds me to emptiness
Drives me to bitter madness
Like a cattle in the rain