BROTHER OF THE BLOOD LUST

My soul weeps for you
Brother of my inglorious
Days are night
No star for your fires
These tears will be water
Cleanse your purity tonight

When he stand in thorns
And he lost his thoughts
The miracles seem hung beyond
To be a man tonight is falling off the sky

Tribulations is so hard
O my brother you’ve so old
These eyes shrivel beyond the age you owe

This miserable blood must’ve earned these:
The negligence of the scornful heart
Ferocity had made things of waste
And with this might, he’d laid siege to waste
Heart to blood
Blood to heart
This immortal heart must’ve confirmed
His supernatural prowess unarmed
To the mother who rest her slain slayer on her breast
A silent night is the night for the rest
And the valiant cells to the mother’s breast
Feeding her till they are depressed

O my brother you’ve so old
To be a man tonight is falling off the sky

I know you’re solid
Still solid Brother
But how long will this dwell?
Who milked your mother in crucifix has come with thorns
Too well for this wells

On the safer I should say you run
But where must you be without those things?
Run from this place without a thing
Who knows how they’ll explore the land
And walk stealthily in
One condescending to the other in no way
Far from the flame watch the golden hand
And with thorn he made blood a thane
The scotched humbled head will see him to the stake
And with pleasure, the heart made him a golden flame

To be a man tonight is falling off the sky

If I wake up at dawn and perceive the sun rising-heat
The innocent bed will be my refuge
The morning speak of a mourning break

To be of nature is be of calm
With our own act they’ve been so strong
My blood in Sudan! In Rwanda!
My blood in Congo! In Liberia!
And to where left the shambles
Here we build gruesome castles
ever for our strength to be futile and idle
Hail! The king of entrapment
The earth we loved at your physique
breathing heavily that armored chest
the machinery amour: to most is a early grave
You’ve pledged this unceasing affection:
the daughters are sexed with no interest and affection
Lust! Making dogs out of our beauties
We watched them fell in fields
The maternal breasts ruffling as the killer kills
O heavens! Be the most compatriots
Of the falling heroines
And the infant that milked be of a greater sense:
The gain of a disparaging sex

Here I’ll pray for you’re so beautiful
To see you again will be so wonderful

To quell the shandy aggression
To us be senna with compassion
Though spruced up in our diamond and gold
Nothing be good like holding our peace
This tear’s been too old
Making these nations grow too slow
Insurrection won’t be ill:
the price we’d paid for the guns is too ill
The golden hand will go in peace
The crown bestowed is the treacherous heart
Who’ll wait us taking the risk
But he’ll fall in pieces into the pit


O brother! Tell me what you want
Maybe tonight I could be your only light

I deign for this childish words
I should know you need peace above the worlds
Sooner you won’t wax stronger
These insurrections with guns ever flowing
Of this red sea I won’t drink:
No mercy sprouts from its brink
The evergreen of my mother’s breast
Make me sick as the red sea is fed
This clattering minds to the death
And the dismembered self I gazed with fright
To my feet I give my soul
Before me severe: mountains and cliffs

The effulgence will soon cripple the night
She’ll come when the cloud could be her hood


In the sun if I feel the night
I’ll be back to the grass to make it right
And clean the fields of its seas
The strange sea which hold this ancient gore
With the mother we’ll play
Till the sun sleeps for her to be awake
Sleep brother, and wake to be my mother
A silent night is the night for the rest

(c) 2003 Anthony Adeniyi
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