CONFUSION

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The anthill is broken,
War is looming
Confusion is at hand,
Everyone is perturbed.
The king is sleepless,
The crown is unused.
The throne is dirty,
The palace is ruining.

The Town criers are silent,
The village square is empty.
Out fathers are asleep,
The maidens have taken shelter.
The children are crying,
Our mother’s sobbing.
There seem to be an Aporia,.
Shadows of death is appearing.

Balogun has retired,
Who’ll help us?
Our armies are tired,
Unto whom would we run.
Soothsayers declared darkness,
What can we do?
Life hear is unbearable,
We’re confused!

I am Emmanuel
©2017.

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