Hypocrisy
The sun that blackens the skin
Does not also blackens the heart
When cataract blurs the eyes
Does not together blind the mind
The presence of lice in the head
Does not hinder good judgment
That the legs are shaped K or O
Does not define the direction one goes
A splint of the eyes
Also see the naked dance ahead
Black is white that turns white black
Is the result of your judgment
You who sits like stump of iroko
And judge with brain detached from head.
From your nightmare of wild conjectures
Arise to the spectrum of daylight reality!
Copyright © Itsoghole O Solomon | Year Posted 2017
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