Congratulating a Disaster
A poem
I’ve been torn so vehemently with utter disrespect and jeered at presently and futuristically as man’s laughable spectacle. My tears could be traced to an insane battering making me weep sore in the covers of secrecy.
I peered at the landscapes from lofty towers, examining as a keen watchman. The longings of my soul were for the visibility of acceptance on the horizon and for the exposure of hope to my pessimistic despondency.
Nonetheless, the circumstances of time acquired me with manners of ruthless brutality, murdering all atoms of love settled on the surface of my heart and exterminating all that served to ameliorate the horrors and burdens of humanity.
I felt the clean erasure of compassion and the crude searing of my noble heart. I was baked in the furnace of animosity to be diametrically opposed to all things of sound, meritorious virtue.
The therapies of evil were renowned for walking me through a brainwashing scheme so I adored the protocols of mischief and unruly rebellion. There were ways to love so effectively, but I was to do the contrary.
I lingered in the bankruptcy of morals to arrive as a rotten mass with the expertise to rouse rough, calamitous havoc. Now I’m the man that stains the hours of midnight with the paint of heart-wrenching terror.
These hands are barbaric from the auspices of darkness so I’m revered, not as a model, but as one with the cruelty of a despot and the rage of a vile tyrant. The best of my wines are served from human skulls attesting to my queer, sadistic fetishes.
I demand submission and compliance dangling the keys to death in my hand — with threats of oppression engendering servitude and onerous slavery. Now the masses pay me deference, rising in jubilant crowds with a frenzied welcome.
The streets are floored with adoration so my gallant feet are pleasured to tread. I kneel in my shrine to buy wrecking, ethereal powers that exalt my supremacy — maintaining the stronghold that bolsters my iron-grip rule.
This dispensation entertains an irony where darkness is light for the masses to see. My nefarious notorieties are unconsidered and dismissed so a traitor is truly an angel with the populace congratulating a disaster.
© Valentine Nnebe 2024
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