Devils Cry Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Sometimes, the devil cries
Muddy tears run from his eyes
The evil in his name
Was his only begotten shame
He's made big family- many brothers
Kid devils and their sultry mothers
They sit in vicious circles, round and round
Rehearsing a cry, perfecting their sound
And as they do
They stare at you
Fixing bloodshot eyes on your girded loins
As though begging for survival coins
When they do, do not feel pity
Do not say it's a sad ditty
It is not to earn your sympathy
It is a call to a sin-party