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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