We cohabit in a world of banes,
Saturn’s twin luminary,
from profit belching colosseums
slowly kills the gladiators of our adaptability.
Here, the sky is raped
with carbon monoxides,
the waters fed with sewage–toxic.
No iota of solace.
This world is now
plagued with the disease of travail.
Lo! It now needs a panacea to extirpate this malady that is about to rendezvous at extinction.
For the virginal ambience
of its ancestry
has been defiled by excretas from innovation and natural disasters now erase maxims of geomorphology.
Sometimes, we murmur,
we squawk, like malcontented Israelites whose Manna have been defaced by shenanigans of pharaohs.
With that, we view amity as a curse,
a canary, a Judas — impish
who dances to the whims of apostasy.
So, we sigh, we sharpen our swords,
we cast spells upon our shrapnels.
All to conjure the god of death, Thanatos.
Somehow our absurdities
coated in warps and ifs evaporates like smoke, sending choking impulses to the nostrils of heaven.
Heaven sends cherubs to plead for peace.
Lo! We refuse,
It is survival of the fittest. Darwinism.
We go to war,
We abbreviate dreams,
We silence futures,
We feed vultures the destinies of our brothers.
Yet you still say we are one.
Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet. His poem “Song of a Progeny” was a shortlisted poem at the Korea- Nigeria Poetry feast, 2015. His works have been published in London grip magazine, Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary magazine, African Writer, I am not a silent poet, Poetry Pacific, Commonline Journal, Tuck Magazine, Novel Afrique, Black Boy Review and various anthologies. He is currently finishing up a major in Economics at a prestigious university in Nigeria. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria.