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PARAdox
Bami na omo mi ti denu olomo;
Spoiling the black sheep with rods and spears,
Abo oro ti ko lati di odindin—
A word is no longer enough for the unwise.
Set the table
Before dishing out parables
I can't be all ears
While my belly grumbles for a bite.
Burning midnight candles,
on tests that test our patience and strengths,
in the course of flying colours,
The night is as young as the day,
Bleeping the dreamers to awake,
from lala land to depths; deeper than the oceans.
A storm is coming for the Absaloms
Feeding on the plot twists of Aithophel.
The lion is the new jester,
The overall best in biting fingers that enthroned him,
The parrot is the new nightingale,
Modulating the pitch of naked truths,
To the bleeding ears of prodigals.
The ball is no longer in our court,
We are uneasy while at ease,
Smelling the roses we never planted,
Harvesting the ancestral goldmines,
That gave us hiccups and coughs
© Dazzyella
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