With out a mandate

Dry up like twigs
Under 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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