Thursday, 22 September 2011

The Moon Is Miserable

We muse,
We moan,
We bemoan our misery,
We are bemused.
The moon is miserable,
The moonlight masked.
Stars scowl,
The sun refused to shine,
The sky is sullen.
Provide us more punch
We pray O’Chukwu,
Permit us
Sufficient sips of strength.
Decree the moon
To materialize mirthful,
The moonlight unmasked.
We will
In the unmasked moonlight
Unmask mean masquerades.