CONSUMED BY HEAVENLY HELL (ADULT POETRY)

Yieeeeee!
Shieeeee!
What is this heat beneath my in?
My mouth actually has caused mayhem
Chaos!
Calling for a fight its body couldn’t win

II
I lived with my normal gun
Under protection even with rubber bullets
Then my gun sent me to the stream
To fetch its target some cool water
And to cleanse it for pleasurable rituals

III
I met him
Walking like a malnourished stick
In millitary harmattan
Looking at me like a famished soldier with no gun
So I called his bluff

IV
He laughed and said
“My gun lies until I command
Its fires will be your hell”
But I told him to retreat into his bluffing shell

V
Then I saw the dead gun wake
Crawled out like a snail at first
Then turned into a fierce cobra
I could feel its heat from my distance
Then I saw how alive his gun was

VI
Running was pointless
Its hell consumed me
Its live bullets scattering my nation beneath
Until I begged for mercy
Its Satan then rose to my pity
And threw me out in bruises
Surely,  I can never return to my king
With rubber bullets
Having tasted the painful pleasure
Which filled my leisure
There actually are guns
And there are Guns
But there certainly are GUNS
Their builds are no reflections of their prowess
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016