Ijo Were--- Dance of the Damn
The twisting lane
Cramped with hasty feet
Eager to lay off
their daily lives
Aggrieved with their mundane life
At peace with the depleting normalcy
Eager for the coming upset
Amidst the coming sunset
Gleeling with gathering souls
Strutting without the dusts
Swaying flaunting their trunks
Delightfully displaying their styles
Giggling amidst hilarious cheers
wiping sweat from steaming faces
Swiping steps with the coming phase
Bemused with beaming faces
Lighting up the night
With flashing gazes
While Staring with scary faces
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