SOULFLAME MAGAZINE

MY COUNTRY'S REQUEST  Herod! Even Herod has desire the head of John A mouth-watering bounty has he offered, Even the double of the figure is not Enough an offer to secure the field of blood. We have brothers out there Called the “prodigal sons” Men whose hands are stained, yet called our own Even such great resources cannot bring them back home Yet the same wealth is set aside To reward the fall of the righteous For the head of John I know a fool is wandering, searching Even for John himself Not for him though, but for his head He wants to win the bountiful bounty All thanks to my country who can keep mute. To Deborah "the second" Who keeps the neck that holds the head, Bravo! Think not about the first For life isn't the one that ends when breath seizes. Perhaps, it could be Cyrene Joseph Blessed hart thou for feeling the weight of the cross Anyway, thanks to my country for keeping mute. How costly is this head, Even the unseen head! How troubling it is for him who ha...

OTHER SIDE OF POLITICS Mum was a farmer And dad had signed a petition, A death warrant to die for the nation. I'm a political scientist- I remember mom's words when dad played the down game. If only I had heard him I would've told him to his face His father was a fool, Had he not died  A year to his life would make him the greatest of fools. Her husband was a wizard Butchered at the village square. Her mother was a Necromancer She had a nail thrust into her head. I equally heard them say my dad was a Nero Dancing till the city was razed down(Read more here: history.com ) They said he was full of lies That he can lie for the nation. That he forcefully seized his land from him: A thing he never would've done had it meant his dad was alive. That he is biblical Laban in nature, He doesn't pay the debt. How can he ever lead the youth? And then I began to kill their words, Burying them with my five fingers. Politics is a game of survival, The true elimination chamber. Eve...