At Church Today Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

There is a shit we don't eat,
to my younger brother's dog,
Is the best meal to break a fasting
A prayer was said by a kid
At church today, We all laughed
Until we shed tears like drunkards;


On the expressway,
there is a fat deep hole
but nobody sign it out
or place a caution board;
I walked close and looked down at it
and saw inside millions of dead souls.


I came across a cat in the shrubs,
And later found him that night
hovering with wings on the black sea
There is an handwriting on the wall
Written with a black charcoal,
though it is bold but I am not cleared;



is anyone else stopping to read it?
Or we say the one who wrote that,
Wore rags, he must be a madman.
Because he is from an unknown way
But he is he sitting on the half-moon
He is planning to destroy the world.



he is the thief coming by-to rob,
the man of the house is a fool
to stand and watch the window
with a pistol and a big barrel?
When he is coming with no guns
But by the shit we don't eat.