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LAUGHTER OF SIR VAIN - Jovita Ekene
The Ears hear the laughter of Sir Vain
and dance to it,
Even the Eyes have chosen black as her outfit,
Walking through the streets of captivated freedom
As though she had dined with late Shakespeare.
Feathers have been crowned kings
And acknowledged to fly to the moon
Perhaps the strength in him can't take him up the roof
But a dizzy-jaggy motion and directions denied.
Mr. rhetorical what is happening to me?
A glass of empty water they all share
Drinking endlessly and forever thirsty
I hope they return home
Not as the Elizabethan
Perhaps Genesis won't be much to ask
Sir vain has become the king of Babylon
I hope the vegetables will nourish his soul.
and make him to worship the crumbs
from the table of Solomon
and once again the knights of Proverb
Will rise their swords and forever dance
To the sound of his laughter
Jovita Ekene
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