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One More Night

by Shola Balogun

There is too much word
on policies and bilateral talks
new invented adjectives for the debt
that none could really define
how it was spent

There is too much crude doctrine
on crude oil and words
full of fancies, new trump cards
on the questions of reforms
that raise whirlwinds
of emptiness

We measure our progress
by the numbers of our frivolous dreams
and speak of hope as hopeless

as our stupendous discourse
on nameless crusades

We wrestle daily with each
as we receive missiles
of words into empty bowls

Copyright © 2017 by Shola Balogun

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