Feeling like the power of radio
Speaks discernedly to my mind to drown
Uninformed confidence that shows itself
Akin to the wind at times erratic

The spoiled brunt of young oligopoly
Masterminded by untold mysteries past
Finds expression by dawn of gaunt acclaim
To ransom slaves and would-be's just the same

Arising from summary slumber hence
The untold mythology of ten spirits
Dares anthropologists to quiz the quirk
And deities to feast on its entrails

Abounding in ghostly affectation
Fording the obstacles to its summit
Lordly in its own shoddy appraisal
Basking in the bliss of folly at dusk.

by samuel nze

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.