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Dance of a Masquerade
There at the market place Onlookers gathered singing the masquerade’s praise. A visible ghost about to get loose- Held by its companion, from fleeing like a wandering goose. The masquerade yearns to dance Swaying like a drunkard it needs this one chance. Bells hung on its cloak Cane in hand seeking a ferocious stroke. Gloves strapped to the hand Gins poured as libation for the gods of the land. Cane drums banging rhythmically loud Acrobatic flips to amuse the crowd. The atmosphere was livid Revealing steps so staunch and sordid. Soon whips like rain were loosen As the masquerade’s companions get crimson. Hats or caps are being despised, Whips were used on those chastised. Ara Orun; a progeny of the heaven Veiled by its cloak from mortal haven. Grumbling incantations strange to our hearings, Offerings first before the masquerade find its bearings. Songs accompany the wailing drum- As the air was dozed with burukutu the black man’s rum. Jolting back and front towards the musing crowd As the song grows eerie loud. The masquerade sways like a possessed Shouting to the crowd; “you are blessed.” Buttocks gracing the sky, Hands spread like a bird ready to fly. Is this man or spirit- Whose charm had enslaved the street?
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