The Red floor dance is
getting fierce and furious
Scarf and hat rolls the floor
Following the melodious tempo
Unleashed
Emptying your stomach
Pierces waiting ears.
Belittling those prestigious brains
Itching hands blazes
social Fields endlessly
Kiewee, let's dance in the next room
Your tongue bleed fire
Your rage uncovers the untold
Beloved, let's be civil
than regret soon
The eyes of the earth
watches our undies
Humiliating our parliament
whose wit have journied
rough rocks and plains
demonstrating expertise
Sheath your sword yahbie
Swallow your pride
and let the dine continue
as the music unit us in our different
costumes.
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Author:
Timothy Hilary Musa (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2025 07:29
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Comments2
Covered under layers of metaphor is political commentary. A poem replete with metaphor. Lovely
That's a powerful write beautifully written
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