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Poetry

The day we danced

Beclouded with the misty obscurity

The drums were rolled out but the tune

So distorted

We danced in insecurity

And marvelled as their hired crowd sang in tone

 

Fragment of their lying lips

Chanted their praises that will murder our sleep

For the next four years

We swayed bitterly, they swelled richly

Reaping again what we sold out for a morsel

And again we picked the devil,

‘Cos the gods in the land were all afraid

 

We danced like men possessed by evil spirits

The spirit of gluttony and greed smiled at us

As we raised our hands in the air to destiny

When we could have chosen

to take the sanctimonious steps

 

We have danced again to distorted tunes

We have played not from our ancestral flutes

Even the dead know how to chase out these mad men

With their gallant dance but instead, we danced for them;

To our failure ,till we drown in the stinky fen.

 

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