Growing
upside down to earth
In
a world gone upside-down into the burial groundwork
Of
our breathing deaths
When
the masses
Of females and males
Each pray to their own God
For
a day when a ruler's call in the day of trouble
Becomes
rhetorical question to the ruler’s God.
Day
for which they long for a
Second hand writing on the wall
Stating
some few seconds to go to hell
King
of kings of Babylonia.
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© GROWING UPSIDEDOWN by Simpa Omoluabi
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