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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