The Monster Poem by Odiri Okafor

THE MONSTER
Thou monster! Whence comest thou?
Certainly, in the event of the fall
Immortality metamorphosed to mortality
Grief, wailing and anguish now thrives
Mighty and fearful thou claim
Squeezing millions in a twinkle
Thou desperate primordial invisible monster
Your mission ever accomplished?

What an unceasing pool of tears?
A bugbear and cryptic hydra of human race
Ere much more rare and scarce....
Now, modernized ubiquitous notoriety
Moving furtively here and there....
Lowering men and women in trepidation
Ebullient live on tenterhooks.......
The weakling woefully weep.

Embalming now a booming venture
Coffin making lucrative and enticing
Nooks and crannies bear bills.....
Announcing your surreptitious deeds
Ever mightier and more ominous
The publicity increases thy sting?
That you won't lay off.......
Thy cold ugly hands on mortals.

Oh! What an inevitability!
You've foist lips to stammer
Painful adieu to affectionate
As consolatory wordings flow....
Uttered from pooped and broken hearts
Despair now hangs over lives
Like a sword of Damocles
Oh! Pity the helpless and hapless man.

Death! thou knoweth no mercy
Not even a wonder drug saves
Your tentacles have no limitation
Small and great, young and old alike
Babies' safety not guaranteed
Mothers' womb not a hiding place
'Young shall grow' now a fallacy
Oh! Infanticide perfected without remorse.


The tunnel seems theoretically infinite
But there exist a light at the end
When mortal attains immortality
Thy sting shall be waned and weakened
Like a scene, out it will fade
The exit celebrated in utopia ville
A moment of victory for the few
For eternity, it will last.