LAST WAIL

In the middle of resilience emotional turmoil
Mass condemnation and unfathomed bitterness
And unquenchable fury from social radars
His mind pleaded for calm with order
His heart cried for joy in agony
His soul in the state of turbulence itched for peace
Intrinsically hope ebbed out unreasonably
Creating a wide hollow of desperation
Hysterical laughter’s and sarcastic utters blazed the floor
Eyes as red as red pepper honored the day
Horizon represented mercy while cloud hanged of care
Knees swelled of abscess
Sure but slowly he coiled grudgly on their evil hands
Pen scribbled but failed to give the impression
Enthusiasm withdrawn and frustrated deposited
The end was a must and the beginning was a compulsory
Speechless and searching to the point of interception
They disappointed and harassed his mind
Moving from one level of annihilation to another was Sunday liturgy
His limbs showed pure weakness
And his mind turned into a haven of premature end
People he loved turned miss and Mr. treacherous
People he was committed to, condemned him
He felled on his emaciated knees
Beseeching for a shoulder to lean on, dreams were shuttered
In the state of vanity he declared a state of demise
Separated he gulped the last breath of hopelessness and loss
Out tears streamed like river Nile from Congo forest
Inside of him, the heart biologically broke down
The brain cells sign out as the demise sign up
All was tragedy, a terrific grip
All his life usually and always speculated
Living like self, dying like a solder and being buried like a carcass of anthrax cow.
DOMINNIQUE MUNDIAH

a society without a history

A society without a history
is like a society without a story
just like a river without a mouth
is like a spring without a source
call it primitive,archaic,uncivilized
it all culminate to a community without
less than itself greater than loss
its content is irrational and worth scrutiny
empirical evidence without parameters
but then what matters is abased and biased
indeed our dear past was obsoleted.mundia

A DAY WITHOUT GOD IS

A DAY CONCLUDED AS FRUITLESS
A SECOND PASSED UNUTILIZED
A MINUTE DISREGARDED
AN HOUR CRAVED FOR
A MIND LEFT UNDEVELOPED
A LACKING AND DEVIANT SOUL
A HEART FULL OF HALVES
A DAY WITHOUT A MAKER IS INDEED IS A LIKENESS OF A PERSON WITHOUT A PURPOSE
mundiah

A MOMENT OF CHIN

Icing on the pinnacle of all mountains
Watching every bit and bitten corners of the world
Even if volcanoes conceal the valleys
Hills still reveals the beauty of our fading nature
Turning around like merry go round I say our heritage
A legacy we claim by words and denounce by actions
In spirit of turbulence we shrug
Once brilliant nature but now barbed with dilapidations
How do we chin while euthensing ourselves?
Do we ponder about the sigh of flora and fauna?
Tickled to write about the sky and the soil I object not
My pen inhale as my papers exhale
Time in graving our vicinity we adore and orgy
Solutions slow like snail we taste and prefer
Hysterically we have abandoned environmental conscience
And adopted destruction
How can we vomit and escape nausea?
Mundiah

MY LORD

Leads me in thy garden of love
And tend me with thy great strength
Cultivate me in thy own understanding
To obey I have inclined to
Shower me with thy benediction from dawn to sunset
In thy divine majesty surround me like waters doeth to the earth
Watch over my footstep and create a path for me to stroll
Bind my hands with a cord of charity
And grant my mouth a word of encouragement
Restore thy natural insanity in me
And guide my heart to thy gracious will
In times of sunshine allow my spirit to bask in thy goodness
In seasons of long and short rains teach me how to give thee thanks and appreciate
When the clouds turn dark and my ways turn zigzag holds me in thy magnificent light
Permit thy spirit to discern and speak to my soul
When I sleep cover me with thy gown of eternity
And shepherd me in the land of the living
Turn my dreams into reality and reality into thy expectations
Even when the winds blow hard and about to sweep me off the feet
Hold thy words and defend my cause
In times of need let me stretch my hands to thy kingdom
And in thy mercy command thy great nature to replenish my hope
My enemies in thy golden rule I regard them more in your way
Let my soul cry for thy wonderful eternity
And my heart quiver with joy for thy restoration
My mind as it thinketh it long for thy instructions
When the wonders of men take an outlook lead let my eyes see thy glory
In the beginning thy power ruled and unto thee I release myself
In thy visible and invisible eyes thy have seen my regressions
In His quickest rescue ability thy have snatch me from my devourer
In the midst of my transgression He has chastise me
I will delight in His divine intervention
For the Lord has delivered me from my ignorance
My Lord have heard my plea and plight
The wise find their character in Him and their words brings hope
Fools in their haste the Lord shall vitiate their furious
And vindicate on my behalf
Upon seeing the wicked annihilating the righteous my mouth goes dry
Lord I bow in your majestic eternity and beseech for thy favor
Thy throne is covered with righteous with thy robe waving in holiness
When the wind blows I feel thy good nature
He turns air into a thread of mist.
Above our heads and high above a roof of precipitation reigns
Who can describe and ascribe to His glory?
I crawl under thy feet seeking for thy restoration
In the midst of the warfare you have broken the foe's arrows
The enemies have fainted in thy wise pursue
They have sought refugee in caves, there they have suffocated
Who can hide from thy vengeance?
My lord supersedes all and surpasses everything.

DOMINIQUE MUNDIAH