With out a mandate
Dry up like twigsUnder scorching rays
From disgruntled masses
Seven congratulations in six
Even the gods reject you
They are unkind to the wicked
Cursed be the fingers that plucked you
Seven congratulations in six
You did so well at nothing
Everything a shadow of everything
Seven congratulations in six
The cassock man
Raise your hand in vain
The gods with pain
Beckon for his book
Of a missing page
Seven congratulations in six
Today the Moon gives no light
At dusk the Sun usher the night
Not your will nor mine
Only God
God makes the crown
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2019-01-04 at 22:09
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