Astonishing mendacity

By Atok Dan

He lies comfortably,

With no caring attitudes,

Its lethal mouth busy spreading fire,

Setting in ablaze comfortably sleeping, souls

Outrageously a lie

His eyes glow with hate

And tongue swelters with war

Killing innocent lives healthily

An astonishing mendacity that no one could refute

His legs tremble on unburied corpses

Voices that seek justice ended unjustly

Attack in the dead of night

Their heads torpedoed over deadly

An astonishing mendacity

In dead sleep,

Pathological facts can still banish

Our souls long for godly guidance

Waiting to see daybreak

They never tend to sleep

Unless I’m dead alive  

Emptying arrow’s magazines on me

Hell or heaven could be my destiny

The act of powerful lies,

Intolerable to ideas that help reform

The souls of suffering children deprive of happiness

 Their lies substitute truth,

And truth takes the place of a lie

The astonishing mendacity

Cries of innocent blood

By Atok Dan

Your blood,

Your life have all gone,

Sooner than expected but forever

You were a rare gift in the field of pen

they envied you because of your acumen

The jealous and greedy tribe of our nation slain you

Have all let your precious blood spilled

Your innocent blood he gifted you

You were iconic in your field

 They abhorred your talent

The worthy asset of our house

Your life was banished,

Cries of innocent blood

Your lion heart will survive traumas

Suppressed pressures,

I will live to tell the tale of brevity

For we will never have you again,

Only him who molded you,

Would weigh the cause,

Of what your blood went for,

In a nation where citizens’ lives are priceless

Your departure is an end and a beginning,

Millions of suppressed lives,

 Have gone but neither did pressures lessen

Or even cowed,

But thrilled to pursue a just cause

Cries of innocent blood

For and before none,

Your life has gone like it had already gone

You still wield the impact of worries on them

Their hands still dripping with blood,

And your beloved mother,

Draped in a black robe

Of mourning,

Your wife, kids, and siblings,

 In total desperation

It hefty,

Tomorrow shall it be weighty on them

Rejoice the killers of an innocent soul

Cries of the innocent blood of a man

An asset of a burden

By Atok Dan

A burden that time can’t erase

  In the word of my mouth,

 And try being chutzpah

  A penury idea,

 Coughing it out,

Helps subsidize the burden

 Time can let it fizzles

I gave it a quick thought

A vague one

my mind, a self-corrupt asset

abhorred its nuisance

in reasoning

Giving it up to time is another cure

When no one else to rely on

for help

And aggregates of options had faded off

       not even

My own self agrees as a friend

A natural grit,

 Surrendered to a burden

Yelling out for alternatives,

But still disorganized me

Proving it an additional fuel to a burden

Here then

My mind deflated with thoughts

My mouth for eating gagged unable to cry

Frail in between realities and fiction

Traces of tears on my cheeks,

Renders my eyebrows coiled,

And greased reddish with dust

Jeers and jibes

Are of fruits of hopelessness

Too outrageous

Ode to ideological massacre

By Atok Dan

Behold the land where ideas die at the behest of crude force,

And wisdom withers at its bud of germination   

Wield of dishonesty

Only a few could explore brains

The brain that goes ideological massacre

 At the bud

With contentment

 Does anybody bother of an idea anew?

An idea murdered by the owner

At the stage of conception

Called it an ideological massacre of innovation

Wonders of minds that feel threatened by Innovative

Dangling factiously for foreign help

Yet he has disowned itself next door

The brouhaha of happy neophytes at work

The brain is massacred for its wisdom

Masses bore the brunt of the ruin

Naysayers sacrificed our social fabric

Theft, looting, and robbing sugarcoated

Yielding fruit of discords

On the cusp of denial

In the lion’s jaw

                                By Atok Dan

In desperation, I’m in the lion’s jaw,

awaiting chews and gnaws

when teeth grind themselves,

for a social affair almost aborted

I’m lying upside down,

 seeing death sharpening its teeth

salivating over me,

In the lion’s jaws,

I’m destined to awkward death of teeth

of breaking my bones in a torn skin and flesh

only nature can bail me out

with my ears deafened by roars of a starved lion,

with canines and molars glows

like a metal rod held by a welder

smoldering in the Biblical like-heat

life has only an end,

of death

In the jaws of a fierce lion,

For an idea expressed

logic and wisdom rattle me helpless,

my eyes sunken in the ocean of tears,

intestines churning thunderously

I’m already a martyr of an aborted social love