My Second Coming by
Simpa Omoluabi
We all come from a fucking place
No wonder we all have fucking feelings We all come from a fucking place
We all come from a fucking place
No wonder we all have fucking longings
Fucking desires, fucking wants and fucking needs
And all we are fuckers
For we are all from a fucking place
We are all bound to come through the fucking place,
Motherfucking places and fatherfucking places
One way or the other
We are all fuckers
One way or another
We are always coming by a fucking place
O our fucking meetings
Secretly meeting at bushy places
Our bush meetings
At bushy places, yes at bushy places
For one way or another
Everybody comes from a bushy place
Everyone comes from a fucking bushy place
One way or another
So clip your tongue
Before you call somebody a bush person
Because we all come from bushy places
So clip your lips
Before you call somebody a bush man
Or a bush woman or bush boy or a bush girl
Because we all come from fucking bushy places
Fucking bushy places
And now I remember
That mermaid daughter of a fisherman
Mermaid of the North-bank…
And she said, she is a virgin.
At this age!
O Mother-of-God
And I thought tonight I shall break my celibate vow.
All I seek is grassroots coming together.
Keep your zip-up o virgin while I sip up my gin
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of bloodshed
In the name of a fucking place.
All the fucking places I have visited
All the fucking places I have entered, penetrated went through
All the fucking places I saw fucking coming
Even my own fucking place…
Fatherfucking places of starvation, hunger
War and blood shedding
Motherfucking places of violations, hunger
Violence and blood shedding
Keep your zip-up o virgin while I sip up my gin
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of bloodshed
In the name of a fucking bushy place
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of blood shedding
In the name of a fucking place
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of shedding blood
In the name of a fucking bushy place
O you now come to my memory like a flash of lightning
When I think of you most of what I remember
Is you and I meeting at a fucking place
Meeting at fucking places your fucking place my fucking place
Our fucking places coming together
While you come saying to me; O my God… Jesus, Jeezus…
And then you asking me; are you coming again?
And I say, yes, yes
And then I come again my second coming
Grassroots coming together.
Of the mundane and ephemeral I speak of the eternal
All I seek is grassroots coming together
In uprising for the kingdom of heaven on earth
All I seek is grassroots coming together
In uprising for the kingdom of paradise on earth
For this is my second coming
©2017 by Simpa Omoluabi
That mermaid daughter of a fisherman
Mermaid of the North-bank…
And she said, she is a virgin.
At this age!
O Mother-of-God
And I thought tonight I shall break my celibate vow.
All I seek is grassroots coming together.
Keep your zip-up o virgin while I sip up my gin
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of bloodshed
In the name of a fucking place.
All the fucking places I have visited
All the fucking places I have entered, penetrated went through
All the fucking places I saw fucking coming
Even my own fucking place…
Fatherfucking places of starvation, hunger
War and blood shedding
Motherfucking places of violations, hunger
Violence and blood shedding
Keep your zip-up o virgin while I sip up my gin
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of bloodshed
In the name of a fucking bushy place
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of blood shedding
In the name of a fucking place
I do not desire the gin that would make me guilty of shedding blood
In the name of a fucking bushy place
O you now come to my memory like a flash of lightning
When I think of you most of what I remember
Is you and I meeting at a fucking place
Meeting at fucking places your fucking place my fucking place
Our fucking places coming together
While you come saying to me; O my God… Jesus, Jeezus…
And then you asking me; are you coming again?
And I say, yes, yes
And then I come again my second coming
Grassroots coming together.
Of the mundane and ephemeral I speak of the eternal
All I seek is grassroots coming together
In uprising for the kingdom of heaven on earth
All I seek is grassroots coming together
In uprising for the kingdom of paradise on earth
For this is my second coming
©2017 by Simpa Omoluabi
