Schizophrenic Echoes Poem by Tony Adah
Schizophrenic Echoes
Whether you have eaten or not
You will move
Never missing your steps
But missing your mind.
Any puddle on the road
Is a thirst quenching stream
Any remnant on the side street
Is a free restaurant.
Madness has its order
You will pass through one place
Severally and feel a difference
It makes rags golden
On the King's body
A Rastafarian out of the street man
Who sings and dances
The echoes of madness.
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