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In far away lands
where the figurine-like drums
are struck with utter precision
the cacophony of buzz on the flute
and eerie chimes flickers
to father dances danced upturned
maleficent howls in the chorus
Of enigmatic songs
the one wielding the knife
crazed by blood sizzling into the sky
a tasty delight for the earth effigy
Kindle the kindred spirit
the ragged clan of the darkened men
are called by a thousands voices
sifting through the leaves and the tweets
amidst gorged eyes raining
stains of reeking maggots
on altars littered with skulls
palm trees swaying to the waves
elegantly humming like the crickets
on a night quest to make love.
The embers needs bushels
men will shudder like cow's udder
the mountains will fracture it's shoulder
and molten malediction will flow
like a hissing stream down the valley
the land shall quake in trepidation
and constellation of plague
shall sever through like lightening
and infants shall feel the voodoo
running through their microscopic veins
enveloping them like an umbrella.
Kindle the kindle spirits
the sun gods are furious with fury
bellows from bizarre birds
bleating through the ear drums
a spiritual epiphany tarpaulining the marshy lands
and gently gently the fumes shall rise
like a seed of beans after three days
to reign supreme in this carnal world
and evil sipping through souls like weevil
POETIC NOTES & ANALYSIS 📝
The poem sets in far away Africa, a place where the familiar gods are no longer worshipped. The ignorance of the evil bedevilled by the these gods are really not known by the generation of people living there in and they became plagued and accursed living in land dedicated to the land gods, the moon gods and the salt gods. These mythical presence are destructive in nature very lethal and ruthless to people who shy away from it's worship.
The poem narrates the circumstances of idol worshipping in lands that are hidden from civilization. The poet points out the fact that generations ago the ancestors of the people living in the troubled land ignited a bushel and dedicated themselves to the worship of these ruthless gods in other to get favours for their livestock to blossom and their crops could grow well. They prayed to the rain gods to irrigate their farmlands as well and they enjoyed bountiful success provided they continued in their blood sacrifices.
The new generations came and refused to key into the gory and wicked practices then they were striken with avalanche of ill luck, plague disaster and drought. The poet detailed the malady of the gods and how the mutilated the children of the ancestors who worshipped them even till their infant children.
Written, edited & analysed
By @Josediccus
18/9/2018
"Steemian Mantra"
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