By Chidi Anthony Opara
The aroma of meals
Waft
From the lair of Lucifer,
The crooked
Scramble
To the sanctum of Satan.
Cacophony,
Cants,
Clap,
Chorus.
The devil's domain is agog
With chorus of the crooked.
They munch the meals.
With mouths
They fire phantoms,
The moon they motion
To shine in daylight.
Zealots cheer,
Satan sneers
And leers.
The wheel wheels
And returns
To wheel again,
Whirling
With the common wealth.
(This poem is presented as a social service, all rights reserved.)
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