The beater
It is almost midnight
As I stare from this height
All is dark and asleep
Like a huge bag of heap
From far I could see a disgusting sight
Even though am malnourished and out of diet
My blurred vision
Without it color emission
Can see far off
Even if you and I know it duff
But then I must perch closer
Because the closer the better
And stop thinking of me as a gossip
Like you not caught between paying tithe and worship
I must avoid that iroko tree
I prefer the nim tree
Before another fanatic shoot
This time not missing my foot
And who told you all of them are asleep
If I did then it a flip
Flying from above I can hear
What I so much fear
But wait till I land
Before I tell you whose hand
Is working this late
Out of gross hate
Without perching I hear
A deafening noise as I drew near
It is the cry of a miserable life
Oh wait, what do I see? A knife?
Out of shock I hang
Like an angry dog display his fang
Why do men think they owe women?
Like how they have monopolize heaven
If you don't understand let me explain
All the angels you know are men, technically gay
Perching beside a shadow
Dark, black and still hollow
I can see the fierce
What did she do?
Deny him sex?
Let as stop blaming women
By carrying our own semen
It is our fault we made this a masculine world
Now we must bear the consequence of what we held
What am I saying, am even a bird
I am clean as the sheet you use to lay your bed
My heart cannot withstand this sight
Can someone please switch on the outside light
Oh no the children are awake
I hope they don't learn this for their sake
Who will teach them right from wrong?
When those responsible are as worthless as cow dung
No wonder the youth I saw
From the roof above the hall
Do not know where they are from or going
Like a new blind man holding a pin and sewing
I wish I can tell you more
But I must leave so that will be all