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Drunk With Innocence
A voice planning to rend the air soonest:
To itself pitch high for being quite honest.
No hushing spirit ever dares to cut short
What Transparent Truth has neatly bought.
“So, it shall have to be just rave and rave,
Roofs cave in with your crier’s high octave:
Kings, sure, are drunk with their magnificence
Moved speakers of The True innocence…
Yet, truth would rather speakers chose muteness,
For in rowdy broadcasts lies some cuteness,
Save when life’s treasured breath is involved
The sin of naïve silence not absolved…
A voice still out to rend the air soonest
Like Eagle fly high to sky-matching nest;
Or how else does one for lies dig their grave
And for Truth stand as Defender and slave?
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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