Quame Boatmann

Veteran Poet - 1,275 Points (Cape Coast)

Vain Labour - Poem by Quame Boatmann

We sit and toil in the council of daemons
We dine and wine, with the sons of Dracula
Having a never ending fellowship
With the daughters of Aphrodite
Terrorists! Murderers!
With pure hearts of Pharisees as our leaders
And their veins circulate the blood of Jezebel
Their brains brainwashed
With six hundred and three score and six
Leaving the light-hearted few in persecution
As we lift the heavy cross up high
A thousand Pharisees push it down low
So the struggle never ends
And we’re being weakened
Will we ever reach those pearly mansions?

Topic(s) of this poem: vanity

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2015

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