A sad story of century!
The pagan rulers
And their acolytes
Had two lethal weapons
On hand to manipulate.
And they indulged in savagery,
A sad story of the century !
One was sorcery
The other women.
As cattle driven.
Absolute savagery!
Already they had low calibre mind.
To make matters worse
They indulged themselves in exorcism
So they lived hypnotised,
In a Disneyland,
Scot-free like James Bond.
Unable to tell right from wrong
Instead of thinking straight
They Messed up things
Going back and forth
In a froth
Hermetically sealed
In their cephalons.
They sacrifice children
To gazelle their
Blood curdling as a grace.
Savagery
that knows no boundary!
Likewise they solicited and wow women of pride;
Pacing behind along high fence
Of Harem,
Desperate looking for men,
Couldn’t believe their luck
When a pagan leaders chose them to troth-plight.
Kettles of a system and culture,
Eager their femoral and dorsal services to offer.
Travesty
In the arms brutal majesty!
Warlord hubris
Behind the skirt to hide,
Pacify their opponents
In the exchange of matrimonial propine.
Only to use them as harpoons
to mow down and uproot
Their rivals hands down,
When they least expected.
Savagery of the century!
Would it last long,
Would they live to reap its harvest
Doesn’t come to mind?
What were their aspirations
To live the life of Noah
500 years long,
not on a boat
But in stolen plots
Ripping off its harvest.
Sad story!
They proliferate progeny umpteen
Who trampled at each others throats
Denied of parental love,
Compassion lost,
It wasn’t meant to be,
For a start,
When you had collections
of bastards,
incarcerated
In ወህኒ/prisons,
As potential threats.
Who turned wild beast,
With full passions of aggression!
A sad journey,
Of savagery
Holus-bolus,
Their own destiny matters less,
But peace of the rest fell victim,
Buried remains progress,
In the land of pagans.
A sad Journey
Of the country in a gurney!