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Of snakes, Of 36millions, Of how true?
Hmmm... Let's find out in Ridwan's poem

Snakes, Money & Mystery
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...in the genesis
was man, & a woman,
& a mystery in the scales
of a strange creature, crawling -
coming & going in treacherous traces.
.
the mystery came, & saw, & conquered:
he looted our righteousness away
with the knowledge of good & evil
that tasted only good in the fruit,
and the lasted evil within us...
.
now, we are the evil that we inherited
from the mischief of a mystery.
we have become a prodigal son
lavishing his father's hard earned riches.
a country is the father, we are the son.
.
wonders never end in places
where truth & falsehood
have exchanged genes in gametes
of gerontocracy, while we wallow
in the woes of their waywardness.
.
we cower from the crowd
at the loss of our treasury
by masking our facades
with the faces of serpents -
once a devil, never an angel.
.
maybe the wildlife is scarce of food...
reptiles run away from the swamps dry
& finds funds as food to feed on -
wonders never end in places as this...
we have eaten evil from the hands of snakes.
.
but which snake can testify to this
when his hands are nowhere to be found
to answer questions off our claims?
now, we blame it on the snake's stomach.
our stomachs protrude with perjury.
.
we have bequeathed undue innocence
to the evil of snakes with the code of mystery,
that no court nor judge can attend the case
between mankind & his serpentine saunters
on the body of earth while the heavens watch.
.
in a world of snakes, evil is a daily routine...
we are in a food chain of loots & squanders...
we swallow one another to earn survival...
snakes do not have conscience when hungry...
each stomach is a bank... a safe... a vault.
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Tukur Ridwan Olorunloba is a Nigerian Poet and Essayist who hails from Lagos State, attained his B.Sc degree in Political Science; University of Ilorin, Nigeria. His love for poetry has landed him a contributive role in the Nigerian literature since 2013 when he began the journey of writing. His works have appeared on online literary platforms such as aceworld and words, rhymes & rhythms. He is currently a freelance writer, with special focus on poetry on any theme or form.

Email:
mctukur@yahoo.com‎





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