Seasons, wars, winds, kings of vast lands,
Things of past and future grands!
But her smile I swear, her smile-
Never before did one so beguile!
I’ll sing her a song I’ll chant of her beauty, I swear,
Dare you stop me my anger will sure flare!
Watch out, my love ‘tis a violent one that I gear,
Let any that dares steal my love away forever me revere!
For my vengeance is best delivered by my spear-
Of sharpest steel that you, brother, should fear!
I love her, I do-
I dare you trouble to spew!
Then your life you’ll surely rue,
For my spear your insides will sprew!
So pray listen when I say- I love her, I do!
My Violent Love, a poem by Carol Robi
Rarely do I write love poems, but when I do, they tend to be infused with a certain air of violence. What can I say? I am a proud daughter of the Abakuria tribe. And unfortunate as it may be, we are a rather violent people in temperament. To deny it would be to deny my identity. So I stand here today, gladly embracing my heritage, and proudly dissipating my tendency for violence through my words. A more productive venture, I say.
I wrote this poem, as you might have guessed if you've read my works, while composing the love story between Makena and Nyangi, major protagonists in my book series, A Story Untold. I'm proud to say that the book has now been published and is available in Amazon, titled A Love Story Untold.