"OBSCURED ABUNDANCE HOPE, BUT NOT OURS"- BY RADICAL

Spewed,spurned and spitted,

by the frowning womb of iniquity.

Sin etched on people's forehead,

Like a scary mark of the beast!

Wickedness hold the gavel, eager to hammer righteousness,

on the anvil of moral decadence!

With thick flapped dark wings blew

the whining, shy flame.

Darkness!

Hound,haunt and hunt circumspection.

Deafening cries are heard all over,

raking my mind with talons of noise

scraping little left served,saved 

if not reserved scriptures in my mind.

Could this be the end time?

My mind mumble,

as it shuffle thoughts like cards adroitly shuffled by a gumbler,

Claws of destruction strangulate the remaining hope,

extirpating shreds of trust.

End time!

My stomach churn,as a chuglug

the gall of reality;

then unscrew the rectum to release the compresed pressure!

We're doomed, the great fart stammer

as the thread was unrolled from the orifice.

Like a bored tin they haul message of their doom from the well of end time!

BLESSING S. CHIGUNDA

(RADICAL)

©2022

The message portrayed by the writer simply goes beyond a slipshod glance. The poet persona takes the audience to a paronamic view where they could see hope for abundance provided after repentance but due to the end of probation period, all the  hope for abundance (Kafka) is not for the unrepentant sinner.