The Dead Imagination Poem by Kolade Seun

Imagine, because I dont imagine,
I killed the kind
For them without the mind...

Imagine, because, I dont imagine,
I lie down on crate full of nails
with blood gushing into the side pails...

Imagine, because, I dont imagine,
The eclipse become cowards
Because of my shouts that turn the big white moon
In the middle of the red sun in the blue sky to Black clouds...

Imagine, because I dont imagine,
I lost my imagination
in my mission...
Imagine, because I dont imagine,
By nature,
I become a victim of torture.