By Chidi Anthony Opara
We walked
On the crooked path
Consorting
With evil aliens.
We sought comfort
In their evil enclave.
We copulated
In their polluted bedchamber,
Populating the land
With polluted posterity.
We will submerge
Into this sacred stream
And drench ourselves
With its sacred waters.
We will await the priest
Of this sacred stream
To purify us
And pronounce us
Purified.
Our cleansed feet
Will walk
On the straight path,
On the pathway to paradise.
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