Greet those whose bones are wet
Greet those without teeth and eyes
Get drunk with greetings and live
We've never seen what we have seen
We've never been where we have been
We've never laughed where we have laughed
But the sunshine changes in the blink of our eyes
Look behind you and see many who are drunk,
Drunk in the act of greetings but they never greet
They are drunk with the future forgetting that today
Bears their names before the night came knocking-
Those who greet never greet until they got drunk
Drunk in their act of greetings like the Yorubas
Whose greetings overshadow the monster in them.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserve 2016
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