Spew, a community vigilante puts his life at risk going across midland into the badland to fight crime and keep his town safe. He meets a divine master who he communes with to know his fate.
From this free poetry book:
BADLANDS
I
All dark with sounds of gun ringing like toy
I remain stealth in a place filled with blood
People with faces rough all thirsty for chaos
Chant turning in circles around burning fire
Burning leaves incanting round burning tyre
I look to find where their kingpin is seated
Language they speak and I cannot decode
I try to use movement making up my code
Still searching for roots where evil comes
Bandits in red drinking potions and rum
Getting drunk spirits elevating for crime
I keep waiting until time for my prime
Drum by corner I go to check its content
Filled with ethanol mineral for explosive
Taking some I miss my step trip and fall
Causing sound the bandits look my way
Seeing strange face immediately charge
Attacking me I run fast like a cheetah
Going into the badlands taking turns
Left to right not knowing my way
II
Running taking as much bandit I can
With plans to annihilate one at a time
To end what ill caused by miscreants
To clear all sins for dead to forgive
To dry all tears of innocence slain
And make sure there is no repeat
Bandits they come out one at a time
Until it becomes leader next in line
Kill roots and minds that spring evil
The world doesn’t need such to grow
Humans that terminate seeds sown
Is a taboo and has to go for remake
I send one at a time they disappear
Multitudes in flame to be cremated
Going back to earth making plants
Resetting a world filled with oxygen
The kingpin arrive sees and in shock
He tries to run but then divinity in me
I go after making sure it comes to end
All for Riqbal and I will spill my blood
Exterminating the kingpin, it’s all done
