Stolen Glory
By Mathew K Jallow, Associate Editor
Suffer me your loquacious incline
While I ridicule your shallow intellect
Reprobate snake’s oil salesman
I am of grandiloquent disposition
Offering my encomium to your undeserved glory
With your ego glut, but with fulsome pride
Forbidden to fly before you walk
Your shortcuts amplified by your fakery
I goat you to revere the masters
And stay anchored to intellectual mediocrity
I will take leave of your splenetic shadow
And retreat to Sophocles’s abode
Domicile of masters of the written word
Consider me not your equal of mind
Mine a gift of intellectual dexterity
Hear me you peddler of hatred
I cast not aspersion on your shallowness
For I am the temple of your reverence
Still the intrepid iconoclast
Now I pray for you a halcyon afternoon
Goodbye Samba Gella Jeggi
Goodbye Hamadi Ham Pateh Bah
From the House of Pullagu