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THE GHOST OF FUTURE PAST

THE GHOST OF FUTURE PAST
By: Agape Mgolomba

The Ghost of future past
I can hear the chimes
The day of reckoning is nigh
The grim reaper is here
The ostentatious horns draw near
Red hot like fiery tones
He angrily glares with an obvious leer
As he whips the tail in his rear
The unbearable heat is a bit queer
As I convulse in ecstatic fear
My buried sins begin to resurrect
My precious, My precious wealth
Suffocate my narrow nostrils
The pungent aroma of the lavish thrills
The estates turn into ant hills
A rhyme with the Capital Hill
Forever shut lie the Heavenly Gates
An obvious mime with cash gate
The crackling sound hits 20 million decibels
A parallel magnitude to 20 deaths

As the heat escalates
Down on earth the corruption elates
A cackle, a giggle of the grim minions
But so what, the heat is a breather
And the law is the law
Some animals are more equal than others
The Ghosts of my future past
My companions until I breathe my last

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