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...WHOSE BANQUET? By: Mesioye O. Johnson Happy reading! Elders socket staring dark And white skulls equating horizon As burden becomes beads on the neck Wishes alike,hangs on pad sewn. At lafenwa,where fingers traded stolen cowries from gods Abetted by sons of divinities With hearts inscribed in incantations. Call the deitys crier of our town With his gong exhaling caution To incise the lands laws On trespassing veins. Deceitful piercing bullet From dagborus shakabula Into godly heartbeat At the market square. He now has followers Servants not sons Fed with spoon of destruction Inherited from his possesion. See survived villagers Advancing the cave of dagboru With charms,non-stop incantations To liberate dweller at zoo. Then,whose banquet shall be hosted? When kábíèsí invites ready-minded villagers? Whose banquet shall be hosted? When voiceless songs ressurect from tombs? Note. Dagboru-a criminal Lafenwa-a market in Abeokuta Shakabula-olden days gun (c)mesioyepoetry2014
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 16:09:48 +0000

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