Demons Dance
Turn up the radio; there's a pain to flush
Beat is power; a dance is its punch.
Even demons dance! ! !
Animals feed; man eats
You aren't who you are; without your feelings!
The art of dance is the course of sounds.
Anger blows out the lamp of the mind
Kill the pain; free the mind
There's comfort in a relax mind
Prevention of dance
Is a precipitation of death
Then; the demons shall dance.
(C) 2012 The-True-Poesy
written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
poem by Onyekachukwu Vincent Onyeche
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