Windy Gale

The wind is blowing, Blowing strong and boisterous It's the wind of change Tiffany truffles truncation. Gale winds bowing to the Prayer called by the Muezzin The wind gauge is fixated To the North's polarity. Algorithms has altered its course. All runing away from the curse Of the dying whale marooned In the shallow waters of the lagoon Sneaky slithering snakes In the hub of damnation. Dooms days gong sounding. Gloomy reverberations all over, Cheering jeers from the crowd. Breeches from the leeches of Gbongbon. Having been ditched by the es of Ab... Orphaned by their loss Enters the blame game Characterised by sore losers Winner's have many friends But woe to you if you are a loser That is the nature of the game. (Written on the 10th April, 2015)