One of hiker's rule is;
always tell someone where you are going.
I mounted the temple
and screamed to the ears of her adherents;
Who's more lie than a cool breeze in Hell?
I screamed out the tears of gods,
planted seeds on their heads,
watered them
and few days later, they began to germinate,
they all were clay gods
learning how to answer prayers
and reveal secrets to spirits,
and then to man,
the caretaker of the planet Earth,
the maker of his creator, fashioning
Guru with beards and miracles.
I know gods without rewards
or without satisfactory awards,
I know gods that give words,
mighty and gargantuan, inventors of wars.
This is how to be like them;
Create money, fame and power,
create assassins and terrorists
and order them to kill the innocents.
Influence the government, marry their conscience
with bride price, without homage to humanity.
To be god is to create problems
and seek to be seeked,
then be begged to erase the evils you invent..
To be god is to be the winner
of the bread of men
and make the breadwinners eat
pains and 'regrets'.
To be god is to silent a freedom fighter
whose mission is to save his nation
from massacre.
To be god is to curse the bereaved with dirge
and mount their conscience from
confusion to the temples.
Every time I pray to see,
all I see are the locked up hikers
in the jungles
or hung on the wall post of the street
with mimes and tears in their thoughts
while they rear silence and harbour condoms
till their wishes are prevented from being birthed.
From place to place,
sacrifices are made to the clay gods
who are the politicians
or the politician makers
ruling or controlling nations in Africa.
Thanks for reading.
© Musty Bobby.