DAUNTLESS
Afro-prophetic poetry
Who can tell how water entered the coconut?
So too,
Who can tell the heart of my People?
For they have cast bones at my feet;
Bones, I will not lick.
Yet, they have done this innocuously…
(please, excuse me while I guffaw!)
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And inept sketches rant about
In damnable Cassocks;
Alcohol is bitterest when you are dying,
like lies ever lingering on lectors' lips!
Applaud them and laud them,
Then hang them and damn them,
For treason of heresy and spreading fallacy!
.
But hear this, you who throw stones in marketplaces,
Malignant iniquities,
Walking abominations.
Undaunted, I cry;
I will not change my feathers because of bad weather
I will not be the crayfish that bends!
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Oh, whose mouth can utter the weariness of the stream?
So too,
I am sick and tired.
of odumadu bodies.
And lips laced with lies on unholy lecterns.
