UPON THE PULPITA Poem by Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka BensonSatirical, despodent are the anointings, children of the God! A brand upon which a name had culminated Itself, sat on a glorious chancel entitled Themselves, "Apostles and children of the God" They told us that we are going to heaven. Everybody is as important as nobody. A clause upon which an ego, Was buried underneath-on top of the pulpit Stood before our very face and preached. We have heard them from the backbench Our Apostles had spoken. They said, We must not push our manhood into The virginal’s cup. That was sacred to break; that cup Most ordinarily ordained among Our married sisters and brothers Who took them undefiled into the white-bed. They reaped the grape fruit, and blotted Out the seed before a month a spinster Had germinated an embryo Upon which a sperm was govern. This was left to do at the right time, we know! We locked up our manhood, zipped into The centre of our two laps bleaching. A pale fluid at orgasm, should we paint, or not! Some watched from the chancel and viewed Who had painted. Are they delighted in the scene? Should we complain or knot? Some are not overwhelm by her impulse. If manhood were stubborn, even When they were emotionally beaten, Would refused to push with a painter. That was an art of santity an Apostle Painted on the pulpit last night. Crafted number of all are human! © 2016 Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka BensonReviews
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StatsAuthorOnyia-Ali, Kingsley Chukwuebuka BensonEnugu, Eastern, Nigeria, NigeriaAboutA student, from University of Nigeria, Nsukka. A writer of Poems, Short stories and Play and (Novel*) Note: Poetry can not be subjected to any single definition. We know, of course, there are num.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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