By Chidi Anthony Opara
The crusaders are crashing,
Tumbling
From the high horses.
The crack
Deafening
To our eardrums
Awaiting
The trumpet sound,
The sound of salvation.
In the chambers of sleaze
Wine glasses click,
Barons of sleaze
Click tongues
Ogling
At exposed crotches
Of amoral mistresses.
Sleazy minstrels
Make music
Mocking the muse.
The morsels
Minister to gluttony.
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