THE FIRST CUT

The first cut is the deepest, so you know

Last words are the strongest, so i heard

Last breathe is the heaviest, so beware

Last laugh is the best, so be guided

So all you've done

The pains you've inflicted on humanity

The struggles you're passed on innocent ones

All the hates you've spread in or through religion

They will one day knock on your front door

If you no dey house, they will sit and wait for you on your porch 

Having all the time in the world waiting for you

Till you finally surrender and accept your subpoena 

Their deadly and humane verdict

Will be to brutal for your soul to bear

You will shed tears but none to move a single pity

Your crown of thorns will drop blood like fountain

You chest heavy as you palpitate

Your throat dries like a source-less stream

Your eyes coloured like the red earth

Regrets and languish cuddles you like a new coat

Then as your life flashes before your eyes

You will lie in a pool of regret and emotional turmoil

Wishing you had heed to restitution

Wishing you had pull your shoes before walking close to the burning bush

But i assure you

We the oppressed won't giggle at your demise

Neither will we laugh at your wake keep

But be rest assured

We will spit on your grave

@talk2leigh

13 Oct 20

2:15pm