Babatunde Aremu


Whitewashed Sepulchres - Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Hypocrites, they are
Externally sanctimonious
Rotten and spoilt within
Quick to judge others
But their eyes are with moles
They are all blind guides
Not doing what they say
Hypocrites, straining at a gnat
But swallowing a camel
They are like a whitewashed sepulchers
Whose exteriors glitter
But within are weird skeletons
They pretend to be holy
Like compost decorated with green grass
Their minds smell virulenttly
They are everywhere
Visible in all colour, tribe or race
Their hands are clean and smooth
Embed therein are poisonous thorns
Once they touch you
The scars are indelible
So, beware of Hypocrites


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014


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