My Soup Is Poisonous Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

MY SOUP IS POISONOUS
Who shall eat thee and live?
For thou is poisonous in taste
Thy aroma romancing grave
As a widow's mite for Elijah's death
Tendered at the corridor of Cain' kitchen
Built for battering Abel
Before the test of garden 's death

My ten thousands cow killed
And my million naira Maggi bought
With ten thousand naira turkey
All to be cooked
Inside my smallest pot of vanity
O! My precious pot
Bought with my ten million naira

I have gathered the firewood of agony
Sooner its murmuring fire shall spark
With my gossiping bird
Who shall carry afar
Their empty plate of hunger
Serve with moimoi of mourning
And garnished with stew of stagnancy

O come, come and rejoice with me in my little cot
For I've prepared scorpion as meat
And my fish as poisonous snakes
Handled with hand of maggots
With its salt as my salted sweat
My tears as rescuing water
Along the journey of widowhood

O! Let no visitor arrive
For thou shall eat therein and die
My dangerous stew
Prepared for the BLIND EATERS
Who has no hope but in food
And if non shall eat therein,
O! My preserving bed shall fall
And the pot of my trillion stew shall break.
WHAT THEN SHALL BE MY GAIN?

By Ashaolu kolawole ifedayo
11th April,2020