Henry Akuete: My Poems and some

Help me i beg help me go the mile but please help me call my mum, call my dad call my king, call my god i'm a girl alone, alone to myself as the world left me alone to die in the still of the night a cold  dry night when i fell to sleep they came and took me took my away womanly frame and while i went quiet into the night i left my pride behind me now deep in the lost woods i cry cos just yesterday they took my name and forced upon my face another they rape me as i cry for my mama what i wouldn't do to sleep i wish death upon me for what daily beholds me call my king, call my president do me a favour as you tell him about me about the indigent plight of a chibok girl condemned to die by your loud silence abandoned with men who hate me for my creed who hate me for trying to learn you all betray me, you all have left me for in your silence to my pain you have sinned you turn the other way but on that side is a mirror look hard at what

At the dusk of time When the sands are run Joy will sink with the crimson sun As fear rises from the edge of the earth At the last field of mortal combat The sons of light do battle the fallen Then will the tears of angels come falling Hurling down like a thousand comets For in that day all hope is dim The age of man is undone and drawn The ancient one will arise and caw From the ninth circle of gehena smoke will rise The hordes of the morning light shall visit death And the earth will bleed and be shaken The planets shall rethink and lose orbit In the eye of the eagle souls arise Fall the gates of purgatory as fell beasts pillage The prophecies of grey prophets come alive When man failed to heed warning Alas the end is here at the rim of Armageddon At the last trumpet when hope is slain The seven shall come forth to do war The arch sons of mighty Elohim And they shall draw swords into the four winds With fire they shall purge earth of death the dragon will

I refuse to die Even when I was a product of a leaking condom Or a manifestation of a failed contraceptive alternative I refused to die In a race against thousands of my sperm-celled kin Most of who would have become better men than I am today I refused to die From a childhood of adversity and malnutrition Hunger and tears with my catarrh for staple food Driven from school for lack of cheap tuition When the government should fund my very education I refused to die As a teenager with none but the streets for a father And the motherhood of women of questionable character On the streets where boys became fiends and drugs addicts And the same streets where girls became ‘nyashes’ I refused to die Though I was an outcast ‘smelling Jew’ Among peers of colored-flag cult fraternities A ‘konji’ infested teenage virgin In a world where sex is lower than a handshake I refused to die Now I persevere a stubborn grown adult In a world where I’m not

Give me coveted ethanol Give me liquor aged and cured Give me craved alcohol Give me the elixir of gods Wash my mind dark and cloudy Take away pain and drown sorrow Let me sink into the deep a while Into silence in a world of noise Oh give me warm gin Burn my throat and light my eyes A shot or two for the road To see clear in haze and cloudy mist Alas I'm overwhelmed Pressed by unfriendly life within Weighed down the deep Where all is death and tears So give me ethanol If a friend to me you remain Hand me a glass And so take this bitter weight For in a glass do I find life Where all hope is but strangled In a glass I find quiet respite Sleeping awake from a real nightmare