By Ebrima John alias The Pen Dictator
Recitations reside in verse virgins
Raining ravenous Gehenna on Jinns
Leave the body like dumped-dirty jeans!
Shouting Semitic seen in his genes
Energetic as if impacted by cups of gins
Yes, I was the teenage exorcist
Revealed passages pumped to resist
The devil demon which dislikes exit
Lunatic Lucifer surface and chant
Caught in the fierce speedy spirit hunt
I, exorcising like the Nazarene Messiah
With weapons of ‘Al-Rugya tul Shariah’
Healing bodies like the Heaven’s courier
Speaking to spirits, breaking fear barrier
Their recoveries, fan me to fly merrier
When I vision their sad sorrowful state
Melancholy stains my viewing tools
They fall and dance on dirty ground
It could be in schools, streets, or homes
Will I sit and be an audience to tragedy?
At ‘As-Sifaa’ the centre of healers
I pull ‘Furqan’ trigger to demolish demons
The concrete conquest clearly cleans
Vampire’s venom in human’s inner self
No sword needed just Holy deep dictions
Satan’s Saints screaming as it thunders
The ‘Kursi’ inferno destroys their noses
Run or ruin without a ransom reward
Euphrates and Tigris closed gate for safe haven
The exorcist at the peak to walk apex
Just for the crime certified spirit to vanish
Spells spill to split and its effects wreck
The Book’s Semitic tone does sack
Lucifer’s pupils propelling man to weak
This crusade creeps days and hugs week
As human, I aim animus seeing man sick
Shu’aib Bah bashes at the kid exorcist
Claiming the lad’s journey holds threat
Ears so deaf that wisdom can’t come in
To convince cerebrum to abscond fast
In aiding, he wears blindness to unsee peril
Fire they hailed and fire they spit man
Chewing comfort from Gambia to Oman
I, like a Gladiator gladly born a Roman
Whack as wild as an Oceanic wave
Just to justly crucify clown spirit in cave
Let the Heaven hearkens the devil’s deed
Ask the Stars’ lamps to wake fast indeed
To picture glamorous calamity to weed
And armed me the Abrahamic able seed
To disinfect incubus with bombs to heed
Yes, I was the teenage exorcist
Terrible torment’s tour shouldn’t exist
In aesthetic creature crafted by the beast
Who robs sanity drowning sense’s breast
I glitter in the healing frontline biking best
Let King Solomon’s soul reincarnate in me!
And I ride his supernatural might to tame
These demons to denounce iniquity game
But who will be my Queen of Sheba?
To mirror warriors breathing Addis Ababa
These whose sanity escapes their minds
Aggressive with forehead danger like mines
No duty, no direction, as they seem unfine
Moron motor mind and senseless combine
This pricks the teenage exorcist to aid
He comes like Shaka Zulu without fear
As if he borrows a Persian sparkling shield
In his crusade just to free suffering men
So I hit like archers from Byzantine
War begging for serenity in the frontline
An invisible foe formulating atrocities
To empty health stored in conscious cities
So I exorcise to rebirth their dead abilities
Now, I pray
Rog-Saine, give me the might of Mesopotamia
To stand like a Magian Magician
Jehovah, bless me the courage of a Spartan
Inject me the heart of an Afghan Pashtun
And empower my fort like Babylon
Yahweh!
Bestow me bravery herb of Genghis Khan
Sharp to spear like a Mongolian warrior
As I smell set to ambush Lucifer’s pupils
Amen!
Here I call the gods of Kaabu to calm
And Sine gods to decline daily anger
My alcoholic bottle has its liquid dry
Halting my pouring of reliable libation
Ancestral faith, don’t call me betrayer!
Ears I own earn the tale of melancholy
Neatly narrated by pale Malang Colley
That hopes are slaughtered silently
As the bright girl with academic arms
Has her leg refuse commands to act
I land not lavishly to give exorcism as alms
Where is the Malian Makalo?
The Sergeant that searches souls
To destroy demonic webs inside skins
News come thou peep brothel brooms
Revenge of the spirits so pain on you
I’m sorry!
The Sicks in six landing like locusts
Dalasi driving is the Chief’s main focus
Too much greed thus the healer is bogus
Toiling tough needs no coin in your logos
For the Father to glitter you like Lagos
Christ’s chariot can carry you to heroes
Why the greed and hunt for money?
A dip in diplomacy with the hiddens
To doff dull damaging as burdens
Let’s initiate the negotiate for your run
Your dark detonations but you see fun
Human cries happily, you laugh horribly
Pumping of revealed passages will cease
To turn tunnels open for your release
This shall fetch good for your life to ease
Again, I urge not argue for your exit please
For innocent humans to retrieve peace
I write these polygamous stanzas
When am just an atom in two Hamzas
Eating elation to ink my exorcising days
Myself the personification of word
Flirting History to crown me her Lord
Hey demon, you murder folk!
The list cries for aid in a dark fork
Be blessed with ornaments like Sphinx
But you shall be in a hard labour dying ox
The rage revenge of the invisibles
Wrestles my traveling tranquillity
And obstruct sleep to kiss my eyes
Flummox flow frowns flowery focus
I host no divine boost like the “Saviour”
Abracadabra!
Here I hill surviving the storm
Now, exorcising stanzas
Just to pocket poetry in my pen
Doing unimaginables like the Mamluk coup d’etat