In this black room, with two soaked pillows,
Rinsed in mucus and in tears;
With these red eyes, in misty billows,
Thoughts of fury and of sneers.
Oh Lord,
Who were those men
That came in here and went in there.
Oh God, who were those men
That broke in here and tore in there?
Who were those cursed sons of Sodom,
That sank sour seeds in my soul?
You watched them enter at random,
To force false holes in my whole.
Oh Lord, oh Lord,
Did you not say
Same measures, pressed down,
And shaken together, and running over?
Did you not?
I swear by my sweat and my blood,
That flowed free last night like a flood,
I swear,
I’ll leave vengeance in Your palms;
I place vengeance in Your palms, Lord.
In this black room, with two soaked pillows,
Rinsed in mucus and in tears,
I place vengeance in Your palms.
ENOBONG ERNEST ENOBONG
is a Nigerian teenage writer resident in Lagos. He has particular interest in creative and essay writing, and he has written several short fictions and poems (including haiku) that cut across subjects including nature, humanity, culture, Africanism, social and national consciousness, nostalgic events, politics, the Divine, and death. He has also authored a number of essays and articles. His works have been previously published on Praxis Magazine, Haikuniverse, Nnoko Stories, The Kalahari Review, Nasara Creative, Psalmody, Poetry City, and elsewhere. Currently, Enobong is a law student of the University of Lagos Akoka, Lagos, Nigeria.
