A jocosity of modernism
We were dead in the dark ages
Only now we are zombian mummies
Our beliefs in today's light
Our soul still in yesterday,
Cursed with repulsive paranoia
Entrenched in the bleakness of the dark
ages.
Today is a no-red day
Abstinence from the colour red
An obscenic preverication
Heard only by the dumb
Unseen even in today's light.
Today's a no-red day
Lest our blood be used
For the atonement against the evil
Perpetrated by the Almighty Boko Haram,
They who ride with the air.
No red thing or fabrics
(Shirts, ties, boxers, pants
Scarves, head-warmers, socks, its likes)
Who then would be a heretic?
Did curiosity not kill the cat?
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What other absurd balderdashes
Wait to be unleashed
By these unnerved people who pivot
Between nonsensical religious paranoia
And sheer unfortunate desperation?
What other hope awaits
Zombian cadaveric mummies
Who continue to burden their own lives
With ignorance and perpetual helplessness
Pullulated by chain-bound handicaps,
The tasteful vulturic vampires
Who continue to feed on the blood
Of their brain-devoid mummies
To aggravate subterfuge and blatant chaos?
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