By Ebou Jallo, 25 February 2021
Dusk; then darkness descends on day
Niggerizing all but the heedless babblers,
The brooding beasts of polysemous nonsense.
“You dear not rattle your chain again
The wall is all there is in this mainland
What you fear is what you shall ever gain”
Thus, spake the Squealer rigging a crevasse.
“Lend me your ears! I too have a story
And it isn’t necessarily so – the media
Right isn’t right out of time and space;
And a part without a whole is pointless.”
The polyphony rages to a cesspit of doom
The towering babel drowns truth and charity;
A wasteland for the dullards and the duped.