THE UGLY ONES ARE BORN AGAIN – BY OLOLADE AKINLABI
Into whose ear shall
we tell again?
Again, harlot cloud of
no family planning
Is pregnant again.
Again, from whose
mouths will the news be heard?
Heard from stinking
mouth of the town crier,
Prior yesterday's moon
excursion, harlot cloud bore,
Bore babies, triplet,
ugly ones they were!
Today, to whom, whose
ears could hear, should hear,
Hear, harlot cloud of
no family planning conceives;
Ye moon beams, via
which orthodox palpates.
Palpate, disappointment
reads onto their eyes,
Into the womb of the
cloud dwells quadruplet.
To whom given must
rejoice, pretense, rejoice,
Harlot cloud bore,
quadruplet, ugly ones they are.
Into the world that's
congested, ugly ones are born again.
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World is congested,
filled with filthy faces,
Coronation of
yesterday, corruption is the king;
Still the king,
immoralities are chiefs with pride.
Ugly faces are
beautiful, so the mirrors say.
'Beautiful ones are
not yet born',
Birthed yesterday were
beautiful ones,
Beautiful ones,
stillborn babies they were.
Harlot cloud of no
shame bore quadruplet;
Quadruplet, replica of
gorgon babies.
World is hot,
congested,
Every nook and cranny,
uglies pose.
.© Ololade Akinlabi (Olholhadey)
Title- The ugly ones
are born again 2016
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