Thoughts Of The Joker

The dawn was over
And the blazing sun toasted us
In brightness
But joy flooded our hearts
Knowing he was coming as usual
To complete the day,
Wiping off in the end all wrinkles
On the face of every entity present.

What fragrance of relief and content
Filled those four corners
Within those ticking moments of joy.
But cruel bureaucracy,
The unknown legendary devil
Came around and took back
What he had given us
And scarred us.

Where is Adarkwa and the chalk?
Where are the words he vibed?
They have passed like rain off a chin,
Like wind among the meadow.
Those days have gone down
And sunk into the west’s shadow.
How did it come to this?

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