Triple chin
Thick skin
Trickery spin
Peeling skin
…of our nation
The obese of corruption thought thin
…is the sin which will win
…for us, catastrophe from within
Funny we love this foe as our kin
II
Calls keep coming in from the port of common sense
That blind worship is naught but nonsense
Which does naught but hearts incense
…in silly thoughts made intense
…by faithful faithlessness
III
Now we live in a faith which disbelieves itself
Its custodians wearing multiple masks
Waiting on the laps of dilapidated labs
…for a healing it unappealing stabs
As the needed funds build its cathedral of doom!
Such a boom!
IV
We live like unlivers
Feeling like unfeelikers
Knowing an unknowing
Cladding an uncladding
It is such a jungle of idiocy
And we’re all playing mates to debates
…fixing our baits
How sad!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 12, 2021
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