Written By: Panacea Poet (Kebba S. Juwara
Tearing down the lava walls
And scalding fluids of hell;
Strolling round its murky ponds
And thorny trees that surround…
You will hear the yell
Of the dwellers of hell
Like the groan of a camel
At birth
You will see their faces turn pale
From the freezing chambers
Of Zamhareer
With their bloodstreams iced
You will see those who belied the prophets
And ridiculed them with grave ridicules
Raised within enclosed columns
Within the ditches of Hutama
Where the fire will mount towards their hearts
And crush their flesh and bones like ponded corn