Our opium we gather to smoke
To revert back to the bliss
Snatched seven days thence
For there it's on him and not me
Let me go lest I be the evil one
Where then is my Purple robe
And Let my hands never lack luster
Who can wear better?
In the house of the Lord
Which we have built
We clap to bring Jericho down
While our pride stands erect
We gather before plates of rice
Who remembers Lazarus at the door?
I do not for he looks to the Crescent Moon
Spirits felt,left aft' noon
Bodies clad in fine silk
Our foots set for the square
To meet those of same ilk
And forget where afore we were
I lie and pen this
Our opiums we will go to smoke
To revert to the bliss
Written on a Sunday by
Nnaemeka Ugochukwu
@IamTheEmeka
We share a plate of rice and Lazarus we forget at the door! Deep
ReplyDeleteLegendary. Terrific writer
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