Soul Tormentor Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

I must kill this creature
Red headed with venomous sting
As that of a busy bee
It stung me once, twice
And now, hover around
The head; shelter of it eave
Does it ever go soft?
Has it got any antidote?
Have you ever thought
About mighty dosage of hell pain
You inflict on the innocent
Even to your own breed
And he who shut his ears
To your grave rebellious sermon
I must bear its pain
Waiting for the truth maker
To unravel the misery to all
All and all accomplice