No Longer a Satisfying Symphony
No Longer a Satisfying Symphony
When the piper plays the pipe,
Our hearts flutter,
At the sweet soft melody.
The piper all set up and tuned,
With his little snare drum
Begins to work his magic,
The piper plays,
Electrifying symphony of flavours,
His skills so magical.
The pleasant harmony produced
warms us up,
It reaches the depth of our souls.
The spontaneous rhythm
Spurs us to dance to the beat,
Possessing us profoundly.
But,it is not the piper
who dictates the tune,
It is he who pays the piper.
And most times,
He who pays the piper
dictates the tune of shame.
And we're all forced to listen
to the unsatisfying symphony of
a skilled and magical piper.
This time,when the piper plays the pipe,
Our hearts no longer flutter
but palpitate in disgust.
He who pays the piper
Dictates the tune,
That no longer satisfies.
Copyright © Christine Chukwueke | Year Posted 2022
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