Exchanges an encore with a dirge;
A son assaulting his root
Pours gasoline on coals of fire.
A lamb challenging the Lion
Is as animate as a graveyard
The needy biting a benefactor’s hand
Long had chosen the lonely road.
When a priest curses his deity
Or a breast-feeding kid bites the mother’s udder
When the moon mocks the sun
Then darkness is set to marry blindness.
Yet many glory in these vanities
Like bewitched and deaf flies
They resist and refuse counsel
And march arrogantly to an untimely grave.
Written by: Passy Amaraegbu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.