Stop Acting

Stop acting I see right through you
All tough
Attitude
Like you’re one rocky terrain and it’s all rough

Listen
you’re walking a path I once threaded
Though my words might slash the price of your ego now, you might want to consider my advice here
I don’t promise my words would suit ya
If you want a cozy pamper go and ask your tailor to suit ya

Shed that anchor that keeps you tied to the harbor
Maybe one day you’ll celebrate
Cos your acting tough on social media
Is as useless as that hanging padlock in the picture


UC Truth
©2019

A Portrait of Sacrifice, with Blood as Paint

A band of butcherers chant,
As they drag crying sheep through,
Smashed rocks and dirt clouds,
Swarming, to slaughter point,

Its fluffy coat sheds, to mingle,
With mud puddles and grim slime,
It swims in darkened blood,
And sways, to torturers’ feet stomping,

As shredding skin paints the path,
To the altar, with red hue,
A portrait of life takes shape:
Suffering, to death,

But if through its last cries,
It sees losing self could be worship,
It’ll fall, to paint its dying as,
Living worship to God, “Sacrifice Infinite”.

Ikenna Nwachukwu
© 2018