Thoughts of a nationalist (1)

 

The sounds of the cymbals,

Moorings of the prophets,

Bitter hospitality of the hostess,

Naira falls, Dollar rises

Demons fall, Angels rise.

 

The cries of recession,

Pangs of absolute poverty,

Wealth flared in zealous alacrity,

Prices up, standards down

Aristocrats up, Peasants down.

 

The happiness of sorrow,

Sweet choke of nemesis,

Indescribable joy of despair,

Suffering high, merriment low

Plateau high, Delta low.

 

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