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