You are the sweet red wine in the lips of the ignorant
They taste your bitter sweet savour to blossom their ignorant lips
Their ignorant lips hold you in high esteem
They dine in your exalted table
They taste you rapidly as the joyous moon
They have found everlasting joy in your wicked dynasty...

Please would allow them to perish in conscious ignorance?
I beseech you to tell them who you are
They have known you for the wrong reasons
They celebrate your wicked atrocities
How can you do this to these young men?
I didn't expect that from you
Why can't you tell them the truth?
Why can't you tell them what you are capable to damage?
How long would you hide what you can damage from them?
But wait, how did you manage to malign them?

Well, I don't blame you...
I blame their naiveness
I blame them cos they fail to know you
They rather worship you in ignorance
Oh! You make my precious tears to shove through my golden cheeks
My heart bleeds as the bloods of the virgins cry...
What about those who had countless scars cos you work through these young men

My dear, if I were you...
I would take myself to the walls of kirikiri
Make kirikiri my humble abode till they get their sanity
Or can you tell the government to take you where you belong ?
Till you cease to exist...


SUNDAY ERNEST OYINMIEBI
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