Poetic Side with Bolaji: Oga the Law

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Bolaji S. Ramos

Oga The Law

In the service of Themis

Minister in the Temple of Justice

But…

You were not there

When He mud-filled the sonority of my voice

And held my breath of life

Between the ten fingers of His giant hands.

The starless weeping night

The groaning grasshoppers

The creeping crickets

And the nocturnal nightingales

Were nature’s available witnesses

Who watched me drowned in the mud of His sexual violation.

Oga The Law

In the service of Themis

Minister in the Temple of Justice

But…

You were not there

When He stole my purity in split seconds,

My chastity in gruesome seconds,

My virginity in horrendous seconds,

My immunity in traumatic seconds.

Like a lamb being dragged to the slaughter house,

He cupped my neck in His monstrous hands

He smothered my breath with his iron palms

He crippled my joints with bites and blows

He stripped me off my modesty with disdain

And in the depth of that lonesome night,

He injected me with white penile poisons

Till I was half-dead, soaked in blood and mud.

Oga The Law

In the service of money and honey

Minister in the Temple of Tricks and Technicalities

But…

You were right there

During that moment of His unequivocal self-remorse,

When He cried me a river of tears and oceans

And solicited my forgiveness and God’s,

Claiming it was all the influence of Beelzebub.

But..

You were right there

In the company of His Dames and Dons

And your piles of books like crooks,

On your dusty table like a stable,

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When He offered me a mammoth cheque,

In exchange for his adventure of blood,

Claiming it was all the influence of Shaytaan.

Oga The Law

In the service of money and honey!

Minister in the Temple of Tricks and Technicalities!

Emissary of lucre and sugar!

Twister of relevant facts and admissible evidence

Concealer of truth and material witnesses!

Gravedigger that buries Innocence

In the depth of the Seven Seas of Guilt!

I guess…

that is why you dug deep into my traumatic wounds

To break me during that cross examination!

…that is why you took a drilling ride on my remote pains

To maim me during that cross examination!

….that is why you shot unceasingly at my crumbled heart

To ridicule me during that cross examination

And re- infect the society with a deadly disease

Without regards for ethics and Providence!

 Bolaji Ramos

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