Dishonorable Dance

A dance exotic,
The rhythm, a wonderful fluidity,
Ears that listen, an attention to behold
And the dance steps, a reverberating
Cannons of energy,

The lyrics was a masterpiece of forgery and its intention,
An assassination of personality,

Without pretense, the artistes aspire to the top,
Ignoring who they trample
upon their way to nothingness.

A dance exotically inhuman
From experience and intuition,
Eye decline from audience
For tomorrow you might become
A victim,
In this real world of inferiority complex
Where rockets of gossips set
our communion with God apart.


by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

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