REBEL ANGELS

fallen Angels

REBEL ANGELS

 

(A poem adapted from John Milton’s paradise lost)

The echoes of the first grave fall:

          Down like shooting stars

          Down like Jericho walls

Bang, crag and crack

Down like lifeless stone

Down like iroko trees

Kpo! Kakaraka gbim

Down like 11th September plane and Tower

 

Down for the Almighty sin of pride

Down for fear, arrogance and envy

To ado and honour the son

Whom ‘ll be greate than all in all.

 

Down from lively abode of God

Into the world of prediction

Where darkness illumine

And hums day and night

 

Down and wounded all over

Down to bottomless perdiction

There to dwell in adamantine chain

And penal fire.

Down to a place

Billions far from Jah’s abode

 

Oh, what a deserved wrath upon them!

The infidels or rebel angels,

Whom were bright and handsome in heaven,

Before the mighty swoop on earth.

The fall that cost them the grace,

Of light and brightness

 

Lo, the minds of un repented sinners.

We can’t do him harm,

But something must be done to hurt him.

Yes, we must revenge our hurt.

He must be hurt too.

To do good will never be our portion,

But ever to corrupt God’s progeny.

Yes, our labor must be to prevent that end

And out of good still to find means of evil.

 

Come, let’s scatter in two,

To corrupt minds, and thwart God’s plan

Killing and setting fire of chaos,

Making life miserable and impossible,

To the poor children of Eve.

 

Friends, for the irreparable fallen

Never would we reconcile with Him.

Rather his heart would always be in anguish

For we shouldn’t relent in offending Him.

 

Here we come, the poor people of earth.

Traps and weapons in hands

To catch, torture and kill the weak,

Whose belief in Jah’s baseless and low.

Run if you think you have legs

Fly if you think you have wings

Swim away if you think you have fins

Remember, you can run.

But you can never hide

Meet you, when we come!