Not Far From Now Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

Human rights, a chime so gay;
The world, a vanishing ray.
All we need is time; time
For the end of the chime.

The world will cease to be,
Wasted from the mad spree.
Before then, all'll be gay,
In the lee of human rights sway.

Before then, gays will rule,
Along with the giant ghoul.
Before then, the cry of babies
Will cease, no breast to squeeze.

For lack of breeding bed,
Women, to Saturn fled;
Leaving men to perversion,
And life corrupt with passion.

The world that once survived,
When cry of death thrived
In weapons of mass destruction,
Is now dying from soft suction.

Not far from now; maybe a hundred,
Or so, if not with care we tread,
Humans will zero in slow plod,
Smiling to death with a nod.

What if your father were gay?
What if his father were gay?
Where would you be to claim
What to them was a shame?

Human rights less humanity;
Bravo to humans' insanity.


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