A DIRGE FOR US
OLALEKE ANGEL
Fear pricks
Like the prick of a thousand needles
I wail for my future foretold,
Without a medium or shaman
I knew I was ruined.
Like a ghost at night,
Those calling themselves heirs of the night
Came for my blood
Even at daylight, I call for mercy,
But the gods seem asleep.
The real doom is here
we have no time for monkey tricks
All hands must be on deck
But sadly, our powerful men have been defeated
By the blow of beauties and wine.
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OLALEKE ANGEL, is from Nigeria & loves anything entertaining, from singing to dancing, to writing poems because he believes that they connect humans to the world on a different level.
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