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They feed on human dreams
A biennial festival of shame
At the temple of knowledge
Its altar is drenched by dreams and despair
Its priests watch with fake benignity
As wearied dancers twist to intricate beats
Of ancient sting
See them in the media
Altering incantations of doom
The stiff stilted spectators
Stand by with rapt attention
When will this fiendish festival stop?
That slaughters hope on its ignoble altar
Should we expect another festival
Next year?
Written by: Dara Adenekan
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
