Afolabi Boluwatife Oluwamuyiwa - White Masquerades

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Brown earth, red ropes, Tongues rolling, white robes, Heavenly voices, Hands joined, chants, cries, Confusion. **Ara orun ti t'ajo de No sticks, no canes, No palmleaves, No masks, This is not an *Egungun, Then astonishment. **Ara orun ti t'ajo de Maybe its a rite, Aimed at making things right, Or a ploy, To manipulate our minds, Cowering in their diviness. **Ara orun ti t'ajo de The masquerades have come, The masquerades have gone, Were they really masquerades? Celestial bodies in human flesh, bells, dances, Then more confusion. ***Ara orun t'ajo de ntoto. * - A masquerade. ** - The ancestral Being has returned. *** -The ancestral being has truly returned. Afolabi Boluwatife Oluwamuyiwa poemhunter.com/poem/white-masquerades/