Rituals In The Blood

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This Poem is poised towards exposing the wicked nature of man. Wickedness here connotes Darkness and men derive pleasure in such activities without a feeling of remorse to their victims.

Submitted: December 18, 2016

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Rituals In The Blood

By John Jimoh

Pure like a refined Gold in the launch

No restraining order in the nurture

Winkles of cultural disdain

In the bedrock

Parent in the buff of rituals

the blood suffers defilement

 

A sea of blood always for remediation

That's what he knows and grows with

 

When in the know for armor

Rituals is what comes in to mind

 

When danger lights on

Ritual is what forays

Babbles in the passage of time

Hanging worth on every bit of events

Even the trivial menace

 

Rituals stinks in him

It fails him but fails to believe it

Fears pour like the Ethiop sea

Rituals crackle in his blood


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