Having several secret meetings
Planning different schemes
And, pulling different strategies...
Inviting several witnesses
And questioning plenty beauties
All in the name of investigating me; gees
Counting flaws and chanting my slips
Fasting for my slips and praying my falls
Drafting story to write when finally I fall with my faults
In their never wanting me the kite to perch with the hawks
They broke their flappy wings in the course
...dare-devils in a bush set-up; like...buffoons
(Sun.13th Sept.2015; Ofoase)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem