Return Of The Tragic History Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

A mad man overheard a foolish man
Telling a hapless doctor the symptoms
He experiences as he sojourns in time,
He screamed, 'That's how my insanity
Began before vanity ate up my eternity.'

An angel whispered to a modern virgin
What he shouted to an old Sodom virgin
That the earth dances fast around the sun,
So history rotates on its numbered axis
And repeats itself like a bold stammerer.

Lo! Babel towers pierce our civilized sky.
Like a dark wild fire, liberalism flags fly.
Perversions ascend as a choking sacrifice,
The stench scorns the celestial benevolence
And earth takes her teeming kids as lunch.

Beyond melting skies into a brimmed sea,
Rodents scotch where Dinosaurs froze.
Again life's become an arena of gladiators;
Survival, only for the fittest and wittiest,
Mortality swallows natality as fat bolus.

The Creator visited in flesh just to be killed
By caretakers who overstayed their welcome.
Now the tragic history will return as we read,
'Mene, mene, Tekel, ' says the Trumpet,
'Let the pilgrims flee to the Ark of Salvation.'



A mad man overheard a foolish man
Telling a hapless doctor the symptoms
He experiences as he sojourns in time,
He screamed, 'That's how my insanity
Began before vanity ate up my eternity.'

An angel whispered to a modern virgin
What he shouted to an old Sodom virgin
That the earth dances fast around the sun,
So history rotates on its numbered axis
And repeats itself like a bold stammerer.

Lo! Babel towers pierce our civilized sky.
Like a dark wild fire, liberalism flags fly.
Perversions ascend as a choking sacrifice,
The stench scorns the celestial benevolence
And earth takes her teeming kids as lunch.

Beyond melting skies into a brimmed sea,
Rodents scotch where Dinosaurs froze.
Again life's become an arena of gladiators;
Survival, only for the fittest and wittiest,
Mortality swallows natality as fat bolus.

The Creator visited in flesh just to be killed
By caretakers who overstayed their welcome.
Now the tragic history will return as we read,
'Mene, mene, Tekel, ' says the Trumpet,
'Let the pilgrims flee to the Ark of Salvation.'