Naked Clothing Poem by oliver Samuel Chukwuebuka

NAKED CLOTHING

Blow the horn for we are naked.
Tell the world we walk naked.
We as tho wearing clothings are blind.
Blind to see our nakedness behind.
Look at the skeleton in your cupboard.
Is't clothed? Even to those abroad?

We are all unprecedented
Unprotected in the world that keep our minds floated.
Yes, we can't cloth that start.
We are sands and we all know that
Bring base your shoulders, rocks will fall on them.
Lowliness 'least should be our diadem.
Let it be known,
We wear naked-clothings which are yet unknown.