WE FIGHT...

They called a press conference

Even. pressing charges

For the many times we were felled

The Jabs we could not curtail

The minors who reclaimed our belts

Faster. we sank deeper

We cried. We lied

‘till we ran out of reason

The mystery we dread now draining we away

Our fans

Like thin smoke vanish at the sight of air

Flew away as if they got wings

Some associations now became denunciations

Me. My wife. she left me

Even when she’s with me

The helps we back upon now disdain we

Our sights smell foul

We’ve drowned too deep to come afloat

They failed us

But we’ve already failed our lots

They wail. Make blames

Saying we dead lions live amidst live dogs

Ache. Was a mild word to describe my mind

We’ve never made gain

We’ve only made way

Now the way to Canaan seem an illusion

The red sea of voices never hurt like a shotgun

Yet quitting will be our purgatory

Survival. Will be the greatest revenge

Not to conquer or make more enemies

But to strike a chord on the guitar of fulfillment

Sometimes it seems like we all dream

When in reality situations speak to our faculty

All we’ve seen however looked so real

Reverse was the case

We fear not!

Maybe we cared too much for image

But Image means nothing when the chips are down

A little ‘well done’ could have rendered our wall

For me. my keypad seemed to tell me to stop

And the mong’ers themselves never left my wall

Yet. Like a boxer

A writer must be prepared to stand alone

Train. Rehearse or re-write

Till this ‘block’ is finally knocked out

(c) 02.01.14. 10:45-11:10pm

First poem in the year 2014