Season of irony

SEASON OF IRONY

The mouth dances loud

The lips pecking tirelessly

The tongue zagging in and out

All showcasing for the new birth of lie

In the worship house

The voice of the spiritual one we hear

Screaming like the prophet of old

I see someone sitting here, he shouts

The ancestral spell is drafting on you, he continues

All are bullet from the realm of lie

Under the animated living roof

Dwells the stream of deceptive promises

Daddy affirms the arrival of Xmas turkey

The incarnation of the chicken we see

The whole state echoes loud

The bursting bass of the political elites we hear

And the entire state painted colourfully

With the extroverted promises

Of time, the music is over

And the fainted promises parade societal lament

The city proclaims the testimony of old

Streams of heads in the hunger contest

CHANGE written all over the society’s mouth

Great it the birth of irony today                                                      

                                                                                                   VINCENT ‘KEN