Mask Ancient And Contemporary Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Out of gloom they loom
Unsloughed offshoots of dark minds
Bokoharam come for Moremis

Masquerades of our gloom
Weighing down in forests
Captive hearts with millstones of hardship

Oduduwa means our gloom
Babel is Babylon
And Bokoharam the masked ones

Bokoharam masquerades
Of oduduwa of our beloved
Babel Nigeria

See them Bokoharam
Uncircumcised manifestations
Of the shadows of death

O, we see the king coronated
With sunglasses masking
The eyes symbols of light

Oduduwa means our black heritage
Bokoharam vi'lates
Our black heritage

Bokoharam like all monsters
Thrive at night but are false mornstars
They are false starlights.

Bats need sunglass
For the eyes of the mind
My king take off them sunglasses for daylight

Yemoja, Eve, was worn the mask of death
By which sunlight was eclipsed
In Paradise

If thou king art a bat
Then you're head of the masked chorus
In this gloom of our hardship

Best man Adam horseman of the engagement
Come unveil the mask
And cuckold your lord

Revelation horseman
I smell the apocalyptic scents
Of the engagement wound

Adam centaur of truth
Riding away with beauty
Wave your trophy the mask of death

In still silence
Hearts of Fatimas ache
Come lift this yashmak of my Eveline purdah


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