SINFOMAHIACS

They sit on the fury of the gods

And fan them to snooze

Everyone is onboard this sin against the gods

Some watch as some touch

The symbolic tails of the chained seer

To hide their sins under its fur

Some sip from the calabash of hatred

Others eat from the earthenware of deceit

While others plant the seeds of pain

Some kill the souls of the pious

Others steal from the banks of the poor

While others drink the blood of their dead ancestors

Some drain the sweat of the innocent

Some call for the lazy mentality

As some swear their fake innocence amidst the storms of chaos

What will happen when the gods finally wake?

Who will be left? Who will be taken?

Who will spared? Whose head will be on the chopper?

The winds which help in the sleeping dosage

Will connive with the storms to get us

And we’ll cave in because of their anger

We all know the anger of the gods have no ears,

No conscience and no sympathy

So let’s keep fanning hoping our hands will never be tired.

By amoafowaa