To Brescia
Accompanied with these cymbals,
Strung in twines with thunderous melody
The weaves cloudened with lies,
For a beauty eclipsed the feat
I ponder to seek this!
For within this cave - deep flawed thoughts!
Quite an emblem I sought after-
No semblance for this!
Oghene! Osanobua!!
Is this a fleet or fleece?
Quite an embarrassment to function,
Yet, an insignia to a foe's imbrioglio,
Let's dance for this?
I wonder
Let's sing for that -
Such an allegiance.
Keep pondering o'er them
The limit is quite tentative
The limit; such an abyss!
Ask me 'dis feeling - I know,
Though I tell not.
Hypocrisy! Lies on its doormat
Deceit is our gentle brother
Shall we now kill for this?
Grind what doesn't belong to them?
Until then, I surge on!
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