This House Is War Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

Amazing voices sing in praise
Of God every morning and night, yet,
This house is war.

We share wonderful jokes, laugh,
Tease one another, yet,
This house is bitter.

We pretend to love; contribute our widows
Might when it is a fellows day,
Yet, our mind habour great evil plots…

I am saddened by this stinking pretense,
I am burdened by this hypocrisy.
The roof have holes, the floor is sticky
And slippery,
Smiles are contrived, friendship is betrayed.


Foods delicious have poison in them,
The hunting team preys on each other; the
Hunter has become the hunted.

We cue to fight one course yet, we
Pour causes on selves.
Some have left this house for peace,
Some lay their lives to expose the
Rottenness of this house, some watch
The house like a movie with the
End unknown.

Some fold their hands and wait…
…waiting for the collapse of this
House.


©2002