Hell's Joy Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

The tears tore the grip
Apart it tore you
Though you believed
Yet you left us bereaved
My feet are cold
Yet you spoke to me
Only if I was patient
I would have spared you one or two more seconds

I scolded you
Hoping that will sensitize you
You have to think like a man
You are just immature
Who does that?
I should have been kind
Better ways I could have reacted
But now it is too late

I thought you were sleeping
Useless fellow I murmured
Morning has passed, noon has gone
Yet you never changed position
How late I was, hell is rejoicing already
It dawned hard in me
How late I am

I am we
We are me
I am all
We are all inhumane
We have failed him
His cold body kept asking
We caused it
We never asked him
We erased him
We forgot the principle of love

He never spoke to us
Lest we would have stopped m
We never bothered to ask
If we did
We would be laughing
Although hell got what it wanted
Yet we would not forget
Alas tell our kids
Rejoice not hell
You have lost more than you needed