You never know what you get
earth is an exquisite restaurant
with grumpy waiters.
you are either served meals
not listed on the
or meals never
if the greens stay green
& a not so
grumpy waiter waits your table
you could place an order for a
get saffron risotto
sticky toffee pudding
I know a rebel
everything is a weapon in the hands
of the rebel. serve him lies & watch it
become a gun in the armament of his
heart. he coughs terror & smokes fear from
the lungs in his skin. with the tip of his
conscience he tastes the air searching
for clues to his livelihood. today he dies
in the fields but tomorrow rises like
ash swayed by a promiscuous wind.
pronounce heart without thinking about:
red, black or purple blood.
define murder without gnashing the teeth
on your skin.
heart & murder—beloved equipments to the rebel.
one prevents his dying; the other buries bodies in
the sky—each cloud is a casket & the horizon,
About The Author
Bobbybryan Uzoma is a twenty-five-year-old Nigerian writer. He is the author of a poetry book titled: The Artist, which he self-published. He is a Scrabble and Chess enthusiast. Before he begins any poem or project, he offers a prayer to The Muses; to seek inspiration and guidance.
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