Unseasoned beef

FLOODS

I watch the rains fall on the ground

and the stench of rain runs through my nostrils right back around

I close my eyes

and see beyond the lies

to the time ‘US’ meant more than friends

when life was about happiness and not money or fashion trends

when it meant more than envy and jungle jiving on broken spurs of souls

when all we need to whole was his word

but like victor Frankenstein we are an unpurified invention  soon to be robbed of our beautiful earth

we are just pills of moving dust destined to return to the earth

what happened to the beautiful angels we were at birth

 floods of pain flood my mind

and the humongous volumes of dirty water flood mind

like sins created in vain the floods have massacre the beautiful race of shapeable beings called soil

and washed away traces of their existence

why does man agree to be enslaved by sin and gives into it without resistance

pain flood my mind as I begin to imagine like a drowning man wandering if this is his final breath

how he slowly begins to visualize this inevitable death

please I know youll claim my views are nothing is mindless incarcerations

but atleast take time to look at the vast ideologies and momentums of moral recreations

I cannot begin to own these words as words in themselves are just a borrowed expressions

the absence of truth in our hearts in itself is the biggest form of decayed morals and depositions

Im sorry Ive distorted your vast imaginations

and caused floods of disbelief to exist

but that in it self was a confusion I could not resist

my favourite poet and creative writer once said I imagine death so much it has become like a memory

                                                -Emmanuel Rayan Daka

                                                -Unseasoned beef