A BET WITH LUCIFER

A BET WITH LUCIFER

The whirls, whorls and wheels of my thumb

I gave away freely

In return for liberation from molten poverty.

Now the tossed coin hangs in the air.

In the balance of your inconceivable promises it hangs.

Harvesting your deeds in the autumn of the leaves.

You build for your pride a wall of slime.

The wall; a decorated semblance for your morals

You deceived me, you made me bet

Due to your honey coated words

You lied to me!

My wife cannot afford a cloth on her chest

And now you are crying for another stamp

Of my whorls.

It was a fifty-fifty deal and let’s be honest

You promised me honesty but-

Your promises were void

By them I now feel cloyed.

But trust me, I’ve grown wings and learned wisdom-

With my rotten teeth.

So stand not again on the podium of failure

For vile promises will never again sway sentiments.

For as the serpent crawls with deceit,

So your elephant pride will, with deceit bring.

Anytime I sit to calculate the profits,

I’m been caught as a culprit cause

Now you suck on my kids, suck on me

Suck on my friends and all the innocent.

My sun blacks out each night while

White angels come fight me in my own realm

Where is the defense and where is the fence?

But I shall wait till the last day

When you’ll come to us

In another manifestic tears.

And oh!

Wipe not our tears with your stained hands-

The hands that clapped when the tears begun.

For then we shall show you our thumbs

But never give away

Cause then our horns will fully be grown and hard.

---Fampah Coyish, Poet Drit Collins---

© By Fampah Coyish, Poet Drit Collins-Awoken By Poems 2014