Mumbo-Jumbo

MUMBO-JUMBO It is a hog-wash My cube is my space My space is colorless Only if I am emotionless Our jungle was mumbo Murmuring the word Jumbo It is a state of nonsense that makes sense Collectively we strike like an orange mind Working as if there is no box For we refuse to think out of the box When am moody ... I became shy off my shine I am on a cruise to my space Shilling like there is no morrow Creating a disruptive space was emotive But we did it like a snap of finger away Unknowingly ... we are turning vampires Gradually ... our color fading away from red Seamlessly ... our blood turning orange Alayande Stephen T. 24/05/2015 4.22pm At Orange Academy, in a class where disruption reigns supreme, it was Mumbo-Jumbo.