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I CLAP
I clap to the rhythms of the drums
As they call the names of names afar
I clap to the gyrating symmetry of the dancers
As they interpret the ideals in measured gait.
I clap to the sonorous voice of the Nightingale
Driving Cupid through the hearts of yearning Tender souls.
I clap
I clap to the innocent ingenuity of lads
As they build sand caves into communities
Devoid of pretentious supremacy.
I clap
I clap at the putrid stench of decay
That pervades the corridors of the wise
I clap at the unmitigated celebration of hate
I clap at the niceties youths decorate the Absurd entrenched by ancients of tomorrow.
I clap
Yes, I clap to you
Yes, I clap at you.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The poem, I CLAP, was written by ATONYESIA DIMIEARI-PETERSIDE on Thursday 20th August, 2020.
© Atonyesia
As they call the names of names afar
I clap to the gyrating symmetry of the dancers
As they interpret the ideals in measured gait.
I clap to the sonorous voice of the Nightingale
Driving Cupid through the hearts of yearning Tender souls.
I clap
I clap to the innocent ingenuity of lads
As they build sand caves into communities
Devoid of pretentious supremacy.
I clap
I clap at the putrid stench of decay
That pervades the corridors of the wise
I clap at the unmitigated celebration of hate
I clap at the niceties youths decorate the Absurd entrenched by ancients of tomorrow.
I clap
Yes, I clap to you
Yes, I clap at you.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The poem, I CLAP, was written by ATONYESIA DIMIEARI-PETERSIDE on Thursday 20th August, 2020.
© Atonyesia
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