Jungle Hearts
In the
closet
of our
hearts
lies
hooded
jungle
of
sinister
acts
waiting
to
kindle
the fire
of
wickedness.
What
intoxicates
the
mind of
men to
incinerate
infant
dreams
pollinating
in the
garden
city of
death?
Like
barbecued
beef
meant
to be
served
at the
banquet
of
visiting
official
loiters
and
looters
of oil
currencies,the
jungle
hearts
rain
arson
rain to
drench
the
lives of
the
foursome.
In this
throes
of
scarce
petrol
jerrycans
of the
hoarded
spirits
lost in
the
bellies
of
subdized
fat cats
conducted
the
feast of
horrendus
death
Copyright © Sleekest Damilola Aminat Agbaje | Year Posted 2012
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