Walls (10)
The sin of yesterday
has become the evil of today,
the drummers of yore
are still the dancers of now,
and who will dare stop the long laughter
in the short poem.
The murderers then
are the official hangmen of today,
the illness of the pst
is the epidemic of now,
and the long laughter in my poetry
is no sin.
They who sin daily are crowded
with judgment
and they sin more to avert
more judgment,
and the long laughter will remain with the
shortest poem.
05: 41 04/08/2004
poem by Orike Didi
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