O Mother, Am Scared Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

OH MOTHER! IAM SO SCARED
Strange and flimsy
hollow rapture of the mind
sitting among trilion shadows
disappearing by the hill
on the armaggadon in men
gathering godly guns from bubble bibles
upon the human-christ in an ilusion of cloud.

But too awoken in dream
moving in the neck of time
wisely but wizardly
tempered by buhari's bread
killing the conscience of date
for the resilient jewel of jonathan
whose merry mocking moment
will be stopped by aliens of mask
dressed in full armour of gods

with belt of truth that lies
and shield of faith that frails

But oh! here i asked hiru-angel
is my name written in it?
The prisoner book of life
penciled by the constitution of guts
begging satan to sin
by enslaving lust of sultry gabriel
along the city of saints
weeping and dancing
for a battle won to lose
upon the memories of forbidding prophesy
whose rose and thorns
shall become a single seed of war
and with shallow ground of gold
covered by worthless pack of brains

Thence i crawl back to thy womb mother
with my conscience stained with an inglorious blood
pleading for another rebirth
unto the street of stable sunrise
where love and bone shall have no fear in marrow's plight
a city without wall
weary by her untamed beautiful child
whom from here, iam so so scared of him wild.

By Asaolu kolawole