Hi guys, it’s been a while. Life has been going on with it’s ups and downs, but yeah I am back with another powerful poem from someone who has featured previously on this website. Her name is Uyino ehiremhen and her work is just wow. This is a poem about the probable cause of the evil that is abuse meted out by an individual and a group, especially a group in the form of jungle justice.
The devil is the eye of chaos;
Master of the storm, he spreads the waves
Right from the home of the abuser
To the crowd seeking Justice
All he needs is his host of demons
One red guy for each shoulder
And he relishes each unfolding scene:
One blow after the next,
More hurtful words and cunning,
The one with the power delivers well
By the egging whispers of a demon.
No, he isn’t omnipresent
Yet his presence is everywhere,
From the home to the streets
The devil makes his moves.
A person screams after a crime
A noticed crime, maybe petty
And a chase is given.
If a quicker runner catches the accused
A crowd will gather.
Here, the devil’s whispers spread like a plague
Like cain’s curse to the mob.
All he needs to work is right here
And he wastes no time;
A Tyre, a lighter and fuel
And the right crowd mentality.
The mob is Stripped of humanity,
A person is Stripped of life.
We could call this the way of the jungle.
But it isn’t preying for food.