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Windy Gale
The wind is blowing,
Blowing strong and boisterous
It's the wind of change
Tiffany truffles truncation.
Gale winds bowing to the
Prayer called by the Muezzin
The wind gauge is fixated
To the North's polarity.
Algorithms has altered its course.
All runing away from the curse
Of the dying whale marooned
In the shallow waters of the lagoon
Sneaky slithering snakes
In the hub of damnation.
Dooms days gong sounding.
Gloomy reverberations all over,
Cheering jeers from the crowd.
Breeches from the leeches of Gbongbon.
Having been ditched by the es of Ab...
Orphaned by their loss
Enters the blame game
Characterised by sore losers
Winner's have many friends
But woe to you if you are a loser
That is the nature of the game.
(Written on the 10th April, 2015)
Copyright ©
Joseph Jeremiah Naye
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