The Death of Truth!!!

Grab your seats
Ladies and gentlemen
As I roll you the coaster
Of the man that they joyfully buried
With the words of truth he cryingly spoke
Slashing his guts with the two-saw knife
All because of his frowny smile jacket
That brings with it ammunitions of truth
Lest I forget so soon!
Therein the night they grabbed his chest
As he walked by innocently with guilty legs
They seized him by the silent streets
With the moon light laid at his feet
There they choke his throat with their viper lips
With his handsome tears filling the street
His truthful blood drips off ruining their venomous garments
There on the street truth was killed
But the stains of his blood
Never awashed their silk

MO.

Photo: http://www.canstockphoto.com

Advertisements

About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
This entry was posted in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s