IN THE DEN OF DRUNKARDS

 

The cigarette smoke rising like incense prayer

The hymns sang with heartfelt dedication

They are all in all, prophet, priest and king

The sharper words of motivation unheard of

The display of coward boldness of a sheep

The Lamentations, cutting like two edge sword

They are both in their strongest and weakest time

The Nollywood story that beats coherency

The United unity Bourne from the bond of brotherhood

Never claim rightness when their ancestral worship starts

Sit, ponder and wonder on the gifts of drunkards

In the den of drunkards, mystery enfolds anew.

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