To Brescia

Accompanied with these cymbals, Strung in twines with thunderous melody The weaves cloudened with lies, For a beauty eclipsed the feat I ponder to seek this! For within this cave - deep flawed thoughts! Quite an emblem I sought after- No semblance for this! Oghene! Osanobua!! Is this a fleet or fleece? Quite an embarrassment to function, Yet, an insignia to a foe's imbrioglio, Let's dance for this? I wonder Let's sing for that - Such an allegiance. Keep pondering o'er them The limit is quite tentative The limit; such an abyss! Ask me 'dis feeling - I know, Though I tell not. Hypocrisy! Lies on its doormat Deceit is our gentle brother Shall we now kill for this? Grind what doesn't belong to them? Until then, I surge on!