Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sahara Blues X

artwork: ralph murre

Sahara Blues X
by Olajide vincent Ajise

We live in a war zone,
Mars’ solitary confinement,
where demons wearing turbans
perform ablutions
with cooked-blood of cherubs.

Here, adrenaline rushes
at the herald of shrapnel;
sights feed on blood-red corpses. Sadism.

We are now a sod
living under the canopy of grisliness;
a hamlet experiencing hell on earth,

For the mitochondrion of our glory
has been pilfered by bombs
and fear now writes epitaphs
on the nudity of our streets.

Help us, please.

~ first published in The Poet Community