Ezekiel Fajenyo
Not that we did not know the fearsome spirit of their chosen ,strange gospels;
it is the new rage of feeding kids to cheerful dogs,happy puppies
that drew fresh knives across painful moments.
Not that we did not know them as inducted cannibals with hellish hearts,competing for medals as best killers
in dark kingdoms of caked blood.
We knew avowed vampires
but wailing mother’s of
sacrificed twins to their
dogs of hate
is some poisoned arrow
shot
into our bandageless sores
Roaring mothers with
tortured triplets,quadruplets
must also await their thorny turns
to prove innocence
through a whirlwind
of strange laughters
from a burial ground
of hate!
