The Rabble
Raving gang!
Nation in a mirthful mood,
Whirrs of discordant triumph,
Eyes steaming noxious passion.
Look about!
Revelry boils over;
Death in the embrace of a squall
Eddies skyward; the stench chokes.
The rabble!
Itch for fun in filthy holes—
Slide down the slit of vipers.
The wild stares, chilled in a pout.
Look atop!
Gaunt vultures swarm in wait,
Craning with graveyard muteness;
Keen eyes, sharp claws, ready to pluck.
Joyous gang!
Rainbow spray, deep emotions,
Dewdrops glistening at dawn
Awaiting the summer sun.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2016
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