In blood, a precious cake dancing
aflame in whirlpool of
cyclopean darkness.

The triggers of sanguinary
guns are tumbling down tears,
sorrow and grief in gush on
the cliff of darkness.

The moon,  a crimson cake of
venom toasting blind sun in
gory rays as stars twinkling
blood at dawn.

The orphan profusely wailing
for peace in her own bizarre
carnage in bazaar of iniquity
and rivers of blood.

Let the world stop this blood
Lest this blood stops the world!


©2018 KAYODE STEVE ADARAMOYE

I baked a cake for my man
I gave him the whole
Yet he only took one slice

a sticky note on my fridge
says, "remember to forget"
written on all the mirrors
says, "remember to forget"
engraved in my mind
says, "remember to forget"
under my breath i chant,
"remember to forget"
before i go to sleep i cry,
"remember to forget"

but after all of these precautions,
i still find that the harder i try to forget
the easier it is to remember