Defiance and sarcasm Poems
The old chains has grown old
by Ojo Emmanuel
Long time ago was how our story also started
even before the birth of us lied in our story the palm wine stupor of moonlight myths
The history of the king in the jungle and the crispy dances that ruled in Egypt
To the bank of the horizon where the sun will never rise again
To the dawn of crafty artificials that slowly matched our lifespan
Trading our freedom for mirrors and right-kneeling stoods among made-gods...the blessed luckless servant
The scary viel of virtues and valor's of the looting no one dares to tell under the transparent moonlight
But there came some nerves in the body that shook away the chains...
All brightness was a facade
......
The old chains has grown old
by Ojo Emmanuel
Long time ago was how our story also started
even before the birth of us lied in our story the palm wine stupor of moonlight myths
The history of the king in the jungle and the crispy dances that ruled in Egypt
To the bank of the horizon where the sun will never rise again
To the dawn of crafty artificials that slowly matched our lifespan
Trading our freedom for mirrors and right-kneeling stoods among made-gods...the blessed luckless servant
The scary viel of virtues and valor's of the looting no one dares to tell under the transparent moonlight
But there came some nerves in the body that shook away the chains...
All brightness was a facade
......
