Army Of Locusts Poem by Uche Nwanze

I see a sea of heads walking on a fast lane.
Dreadful dreadlocks like a Nazarite with sturdy arms.
Hell has been let loose, the gates of Hades is broken and the fiendish underlings are unleashed on our world.
Patience is a word that does not exist in their lexicon.
Avarice and lust for money knows no bounds.
They comb every nook and cranny in search of gold like a scavenger looking for carcass. Their thirst for blood stinks to the heavens.
Age no longer a requisite for manhood. Adrenaline pumping hearts like the trigger of a gun. They' ll stop at nothing to get to the ends of the earth.
Sweat and blisters are for losers is their slogan. While toil and sweat when you can reap a rich harvest without breaking a sweat.
Honesty and Hard work is but a mantra no longer chanted.

I see an army of locusts sweeping through our serene vicinity like a plague.
They are fast and furious.
They are vicious and devious.
They are spurious and dubious.
Eternity has been traded for fortune and fame.
Like the ghost rider, they have mortgage their souls to the Devil. Like the internecine Ebola virus, she has spread her tentacles by injecting her noxious venom to the fabrics of our society.
Fast cars, fancy clothes, Choice wines, bevies at their beck and call.
Drunk with the sweetness of megalomania, they will slay and maim just to move heaven and earth.
Norms and morals dispersed to the winds. Decency and Decorum buried in the garbage of history.
Gray hairs crave for few gold coins thrown at their feet.
Mother's vaunt to every kit and kin singing tunes, announcing to anyone who cares to listen, the gods hath bestowed fortune on the child of her breast.
Our daughters woo and coax suitors cos of the lucre of opulence.

I see a legion of desperadoes, anarchy and chaos beckons on our shores. The sky no longer sheds tears of rain but a shower of money is littered everywhere.
We no longer sleep with both eyes closed. Peace has bid us goodbye.
Cacophony has eaten up harmony. Mendacity has usurped Veracity.
Danger lurks ominously in the dark. Calamity is imminent, we sit on a keg of gun powder waiting to explode before our faces.
Who will save this generation from the impending catastrophe.

I see an army of vampires thirsty for blood.
My heart bleeds for my children yet unborn. Tears of blood flows down my cheeks cos of the cruel fate that has befallen us.
We turned a blind eye when dark clouds gathered in the sky.
We were obstinate to chase the black billy goat before it went dark.
We paid deaf ears to the admonition of the gods.
We didn't bat an eyelid even when we had a premonition of the invasion. The pestilence is coming, the purge is here.
How can we shut the stable doors when the goats have bolted away.