Fallen bat from heaven
Gathering a thick shadow
From his darker cloud
Tomorrow slept…today she’s pregnant
The imam’s innovation’s not anarchy
Worship places turned into dancehalls
The prophet’s birthday is a new wine
And shout for a name?
Whose? Deliverance? From what?
Other things done not behind His face
Oh! the nimbus
Our politics, numbers or high scores?
Our leaders pretend to be green
While we are in blues
Is this constitution or conspiracy?
When blacks are the same Negros
A kingdom to genus
Of snakes among lizards
A penny is worth human lives.
What dinosaur faith!
Sooner, breast be suckled antenatal
Heart as soft as their bottom
As they are born
Not so mysterious
How they become black sheep
Soap operas impacting debauchery
Weishaupt and group
Under shady shadows of a moonless night
Caresses a scorpion
Setting red carpets
For a deceived blind African
Short, black curly hair and short
After two hundred and over thirty years
By the God of Jesus,
Who will defeat him,
We are lost in lust
Who will defeat him?
What a man terrifies to do
A woman can saunter
Weight-putting stars like flakes
Amok will go the world itself
The sun will bounce
And the penguins will migrate to deserts
Not every two thousand years though
Agnostic? Take my aphorism, albeit esoteric.
In conundrum, the dog seeks the hyena
And mountains be added baking powder
And the moon takes after Nepa
And the broiler cries on to the hawk
And the shark crawling out from the sea
Will overlook the chicken
