The Odds

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By Chisenga Malama

 

Time is running, Like Mr. Bolt

And contemplating, Is now or never

Because putrid is all over,

 

Stand like a Pyrex

Simply stand straight

With no pyretics

Against the rot

 

For the note is slowly dying

and pillars are slowly placating

And Now

 

Viragos are like vicious vipers

Rapes and lynching’s

Are virally virescent like a virelay

 

Be impotent not

Be a casualty of power not

For catacomb is casuist goldmine

 

But the energy of youth be enlightened

For humanity, has been looted and squeezed

By power, abuse, violence, greed and corruption

Be not warped or warpers.