PAPA’S DARK INTENTION

PAPA’S DARK INTENTION

Papa is a bossom ally to destitute
His house *has always been a pitch of conundrum
Us, his children, possess a lackadaisical attitude at its peak
We were as the old biblical fathers
It was as though when God confounded languages

We have become so used to Papa’s beratement as it doesn’t scare a strand of hair from us anymore
You need to see the kind of ecstasy we feel
Whenever Papa struggles in vain to tame his sons
Oh he is always in a state of turmoil

Probably Papa was fed up with our behaviors and would do anything,
He would do anything to get rid of us
Either throw us in a burning furnace
Or better still sell us out as slaves to Uncle Festus

But I keep having some strange feelings
Whenever my eyes have intercourse,
It is always images of Papa’s dark intentions
Papa’s own intentions, yes, the man who fathered us.

There will always be an image of some of us tied to a tree
A forbidden evil tree close to the ritualist shrine
The images are always blurry as I can’t decipher its content
But I hope it’s not what I’m thinking.

*#Modest_poetry*
*©Modest King*