Name of felonies, of spitables,
Of dark deeds and mucks.
There was a word called taboo
In the days when Virtue held our hands
And kissed our gleaming cheeks
When Integrity sat in the office of our hearts
And led our bright steps.
There was a word called taboo
In the days when nudity was insanity:
When wears portrays dignity
Not seduction, nor freedom,
When morrow Lords
Knew the lines between trend and madness
There was a word called taboo
When we had not murdered Conscience,
Proclaiming; “Old things! Old things!
Old things have passed away
Behold all things have become new
All things.
There was a word called Taboo.
Name of dark deeds
Written by: Fubara Anari Benstowe
