The Dance
They have continued
The naked dance
In the centre
Of the market square…
Elders and children
Shamefacedly dishevelled
Have kept the dance
Of shame
To their chest
Like a golden inheritance…
Sadly we watched
Crying for an end
To the naked dance…
But nay! Many
Of the watchers
And criers of yesteryears
Have today
Swum gingerly towards
The market place
To join the naked dance of shame…
A friend of mine
Who yesterday swore
To end the dance
Is today at the head
Of the drumming crew
Alternating the beat with dance-steps
Frenzied but crooked
Albeit beautiful in all their eyes…
‘Hey! Friend!
You pledged to quell
The shameful dance last night
But so early today
Are u wining and grinding
To these damnable beats…’
He laughed
Scoffed…
‘Come on board
And eat with the gods
Dance to sacred beats
In the hinterlands
Of the chosen few,
The view in here
Is prettier than yonder.
Dear friend,
Blame me not
For I am intoxicated
To be a god among men…’
Then I knew
The naked dance has no end…
There may be
A change of beat
But the dance
Till eternity
Shall continue…
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2018
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