Wonder Land Poem by sholadoye Dada

In the land of the wicked
Angles wear black
Demons wear white
Priests wear both
Because anything goes
If only it would promote havoc
And rain wickedness from the sky

In the land of the wicked
Fellars are pruned
Prone to die
Die for mercy feeling
Making abiku sound like child
The dead talk like living
In the land of the wicked

In the land of the wicked
Chickens never lay egg
They give birth
Elephants don’t give birth
They lay egg
cadaver don’t decay,
They modify
And natives are indicted for violation
A city in another caste

In the land of the wicked
The land hidden from God
Where the sky is just black,
And black alone
Where no heart exists
Our own white house
The land of the wicked