On a shelve bottles stood tall
Unlabelled.Also in big barrells
In this new world
King of drinks!
Control every step
With that bitter-sweet taste
An intake
Bring such a grimace
On the drunkard's face
On that give he praise
Piously bow head quarterly
In unseen reverence
To Akpeteshie
Locally brewed gin
Alcohol content?
Hmmm-infinity...
Keeps you dwindling to extent
That you tumble
Your talks all fumble
Your mouth burning with foams
Hands shaking in trouble
They stagger,stultify,stumble...
To self slavery...
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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