Shall we go hunting dreams today? Or release spooks to hurt them
Shall we turn zombies in their dreams
Or shall we take other people's face To mess up their lives.
Shall we replay their pasts Or place them stagnant on Life's thread mill Even if horses could climb the sky We shall still rule them And control their lives like we created them.
The cursed moon is our perfect playground Where we churn out the mysteries That would complete the cycle of their lives
and destroy them.
Keep your flowers let them bud at the innermost corner of your room Or we'll destroy them before they bloom We would use our Wiles To destroy the happiness in homes.
And silence the singing at Parties Making them solemn as Funerals.
POET: Babatunde Modupe
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