Born of blood and pain
Savagery was the game
Pack animals
Wolves on the hunt
Huddled in tribes
Dancing to our native rhythms
We hungered for more
Searching for God in nature
But our nature was godliness
We planted
We cultivated
We built
We dressed up in fine cloths
We made machines more powerful than us
We became slaves to the money we made
All the while yearning
For a return to the watering hole
To a spear
To flesh
To blood
A rebel yell from the soul
A primitive scream
Murder, death, kill
A nightmare made real
Since the beginning of time
We’ve raped and pillaged
The Spartans threw weak babies off cliffs
Men do not know the definition of peace
We made love to our women
With unbridled passion
The fire that burns for them
Is unquenchable
Our aggression in bed
Is evidence of God’s true savagery
Therein lies the secret
God is holy
But he also made the devil
Everything comes from Him
Including the savagery of it all
We were made in His image
So to be savage is to be God
By Thomas Agbonyitor
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