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.
Comments
Post a Comment