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