Ritualist poems on Hello Poetry

Marta Jun 2019

no ideas
in between the breaks.
no mirrors
on my wooden wall.
no happiness
in your smile
no love
that i know you give to mine.

#writing #sad #sadness #depression #girl #you #are #so #wrong

Abdullateef Moshood Jun 2018

Emirate City

Emirate city
A district filled with lies and deceit
Home of fabrics and silk
Blessed with honey and milk
Where a man controls it all; like it's his compound
Where he rules like a god with the power-bound

Emirate city
Where liveth handsome and pretty
But their greed and pride; I pity.
Where kids are raised
To raise mace against their race
As long as there's cash; the guilty’d beat the case
And the innocent will die in prison jail

Emirate city
A big city with the view of a family house
Where ma'am sell their dignity for bread and blouse
Where real man are those who could puff-in ****
Just to get em high to fulfil their mission of greed
Where those who wear hijab are criticised
And the half-naked are tagged as civilised

Emirate city
Where graduates walk around the streets
Looking for handy job to get his belly feed
His certificate may not grant him a policy
Why? Because he is not involve in politics

Emirate city
Enormity district
Fortress of lies and deceit
Where man sees lies as truth
Where being upright is rude
Where Money is man's only desire
Home for only those who pledge allegiance to their sire

Emirate city
Where men of God has turn to ritualist
And the politicians and religious leaders are much of spiritualist
Where black coal burns to black ash
Where horse rides on man's back
Where the head controls man's heart
Where man is the slave and money is his master

Emirate city
Where silence is our default
Those who yearn for revolution are seen as thugs
"Ranti omo eni ti o nse"; parent tell their sons thus
Proverb passed down from ancestors to grandsons
No matter how oppressed we are; we should not talk
No, this will not work
Not anymore
Every sector in the Emirate city is corrupt
And every form of justice’s being disrupt
Now we are pushed to the wall
Our rage for change's erupt
They say we should just pray, work hard and wish
But we're too tired and we can't keep being like this
They say if we go against him; then, we're ungrateful
Religion leaders are much hateful, they don't even feel shameful
He, who takes away all our harvest and give us just a seed,
He, which should serve, but rule over us with greed
A definition of a true pillage
And yet they call him our true image
Maybe their sense is not in its normal state
Maybe, he's got hold of their brain, and now he remote-control their fate
Hmm; I just guffawed
Should we keep mute till this virus **** us all?
Away from our home, should we flee and run
No, we'll stand tall, firm for our children's sake
We'll sleep-walk and dream while awake
We really need to wake
For our future is being put on stake
But we keep-on singing "we are the leaders of tomorrow"
If we keep-on on this path we follow
Our dreams and hope will end up in hollow
Our weakened heart will be pierced by filthy arrow
If we make oppression our host; and we become its parasite
We'll die as civil slave,
And heaven will reject our stay
We'll not be chance to be a guest in paradise
Because paradise is not meant for cowardice

#politics #tricks #slavery #government #power #strong #weak #poor #rich

Kiprotich vinny Feb 2018

Miscarriage

Bad as the sight of hell,
Possessing Lucifer's piercing horns and smell,
The abadacabra's of life,
Putting into pieces like the sharp edges of a knife,

Sincere hopes of the mother getting shattered,
The winner is the devil,
Such instances are evil
Ritualist a times sacrifice their unborn children through miscarriage ,

The struggle of getting a perfect companion in my tender life is like playing against Millwall ,
It has always hit a stubborn wall,
Results are always futile,no marriage ,
From time to time there has been a miscarriage,

I am now on a personal recess and relegation,
As I watch the movie of a successful delegation,
Want to know where I went wrong, through revelation,
Though certain it will take long, another miscarriage.

AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ Jul 2017

Deflowered Kingdom. By AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Deflowered Kingdom

Heaven shall bestow them the crown of thorns,
You politically addicts and dream killers,
Fire from Zambia and abyss shall rain your pathways,
You lawbreakers and certified nursed rulers.

See, darkness covers the earth and its admirers,
See, twilight seem the midday to idol worshippers,
A mere breath is a heavy fright to a ritualist,
As the cloud above shall rain bees on the ******.

Since, ASO-ROCK also rock adulterers and prostitutes,
Why won't witched sorcerers wear socks,
How can a nation that award the brutes...
Not adopt immorality instead of development lucks.

Our kingdom fainting in choked recession,
Our high gates of unity; wealth of blood,
Can a country be born in days of blood?
Have i not loss enough ink for my nation.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
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AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2020

The Ritualists.

I dreamt of a home where the head of the home practices Ritualism, who in order to sustain is life and wealth suffocates the life out off his children. Thus he got married to too many a wife and gave birth to too many a children, so he will always have a substitute for life and wealth. As the head of the house he used his power to repress the commentary of the wives, he even forced to stay without any terms of agreement the wife that got tired of the marriage cause they do nothing but bear children which they never get to enjoy.
He mastered the act of fakir, thereby basked in crocodile smile and silence he operates..
He paints the building with a whitish paint on the outside to derail the mind of the observer but the cracks and red stains betrays him and discloses the crooked and deformed nature of the inside.
The leaders of nigeria they are like this ritualist, who for his selfish gains and to sustain is life, takes the life of his children one after another, even while the child is struggling to save his life closed his and suffocate them, for that reason he got married to plenty a womsn of differrent size and shape, color and background.. He uses is power as the head of the house to suppress all.. His accomplice are his fellow ritualists and sons who assists him in committing this barbarian act of the post-babarian epoch..

In my dream, with the aid of the sons that assists in this act of savagery, this time he was able repress and suffocate the child but this child he suffocated was so tough he had a hard time completing it ****** to an extent that it drag some attentions from the wives and neighbors, but quickly the sons assisting cleared every trace of the mess and finally he suffocates the child, after a lot of struggle.. We have brothers and sisters in nigeria that assists in the suffocation of their brothers and sisters, sons and daughters that contribute to the suffocation of mothers and fathers....
It took place in the midst of darkness there was no moon and stars in the sky but all of a sudden after this particular suffocation, in darkest, creepiest, and cruel of nights, a shooting light quickly transformed itself into a moon accompanied by a light that translate itself to a star, both illuminated this blackest of night, and conquered the mystery of this blackness.. Giving the light of lead..

We are tired of all the mess..

#endbadgeovernanceinnigeria

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