Red Wines Poem by Nichola Okoro

This fraternity your symbol rings
One on the engagement finger-two
For couples and they talk of trinity
Our image isn’t the Egyptian pyramid
Are they known for it alone?

This fraternity talks with the eyes
Thinks ahead of several creation
Supports warmth, ‘spiritual docility’
If you understand like the light we congress
Don’t we drink wines, red wines?

Our fraternity tells the horology
It meets at twenty-five o’clock
Why shan’t it buttress it?
We are the force of doers
Our actions have never lied.

This fraternity of faith never at random
This fraternity your symbol rings
This fraternity talks with the eyes
Our fraternity tells the horology
We let our hearts motion the stones

We all construe ‘cause we stick
Everyone is a master but we’ve never
Lost control like other fraternity
A dropp of the red wine must drop
On our white apparel.

When I die, remember, this fraternity
Remains my legacy
A nun of this fraternity, our brand
This fraternism, cultism, groupism…
Sectism, what do they call it?