Poetry

TIME IS MEN’S KARMA By Toxic_gabriel

Written by Editor

a painful shrill echoed through the room
her underaged body enveloped in the agony of childbirth
she was no match for motherhood
it tore through her flesh, a wailing baby
it’s early arrival for an early departure
next to its dead mother’s teats, it lay crying for succor.

Time is man’s karma.

Cursing under his breath
He marched belligerently to school, uniform half and his pants
the boy who killed his mother at birth
the result of an untamed passion that ravaged two young hearts
his own infant heart frothing with hate
for the young lad knew nothing but pain and fear
the quintessence of a never ending ridicule
a man of terror he swore he would become.

Time is man’s karma.

Brandishing his sun kissed machete
he artistically swept heads off their necks
his baneful stare, the last sight of his decapitated victims
starved of affection, overfed with spite
he was fat with death
A seed of love that blossomed into a forest of hate

TIME IS MEN’S KARMA is the winning poem of Bop challenge, a poem consisting of three stanzas with a refrain after each stanza. The challenge is organized by Silent Whisperers.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.