‘THIS POEM’- By Christopher E. Loti

This poem has no word

This poem has no message

This poem has no sound but makes silent shout

It has no poet but this poem has listeners, readers

admirers and haters

This poem is worthless

It has no rules, no structure,

boosts of no metaphors,

Alliteration, assonance and rhymes

But this poem talks about times


This poem has no life

But has sense of sight

So, take care because this poem is reading your mind

This poem shall be recited from a distance

Veiling from humanity,

 With too much mucus in brain

But this poem

Makes violent silence to political even

 religious pirates

This poem is about episodes and monuments of the past

Illusion of freedom, free from domination

Unfair pollination

This poem talks about shackles left burning our skins

About greedy eyes, blue skies

Wine from grape vines

Warm blooded veins

Children howling for apples

But given lemons

Souls sold to demons


This poem is about humanity at stake

About burning hatred, wars

Authored by nobles going insane

Cold war-America, Russia

This poem shall mention names, dangerous names like

Al-Qaeda. Al-Shabaab, Boko Haram, Hamas, Hezbolla, XY Brotherhood, Talibans, ISIL

Butchering people in the name of religion


This poem will not speak your language

This poem is a dangerous UFO with incomprehensible lexicon

Will not use weapons as logic of apprehension

Or wear bolster to accentuate its height of comprehension



This poem is not like the master pieces in literature

Beautiful pieces like those of Aristotle, Socrates, Plato, Shakespeare, Wole Soyinka, Nkrumah, Chinua Achebe, Ngugi Wa Thiong’o, Mariama Ba, Buchi Emecheta,


But shall speak of diluted African culture

Women in men’s clothing, men in women’s clothing

John can marry John and Mary can marry Mary,

 Defilement of creation

Immorality in walls of the globe


This poem shall talk about Africa’s lost virginity

Stripped off naked and paraded as a prisoner

bedded by many

Whitewashed, brainwashed

Now detained in cages of their metropolitans

My Africa. Rise, surrender not the fight!


This poem shall mention names of freedom writers

Dangerous writers like Mutabaruka, Malewezi Q, Simwinga, Kumbu Mulenga, Guido Kanzunguzay, Pius Nyondo, Jededaya Rise; too numerous to mention in number and size


This poem shall be hated by those who hate this poem

This poem is putting too much staff in one poem

Too much in brain

But never stop reading

Never stop listening

Because this poem has not yet ended

It is resting here for a moment.

-Inspired by Mutabaruka’s ‘Dis Poem’-