Are these black ravens thus a bad omen
Gesturing an abrupt halt to lyrical feasts
Flavoured by thy enviable syrupy voice
Which wobbled the colossal Mount Mulanje
And went as far as the dreaded Sapitwa
Ushering forth stillness unto the Ruo
A real testimony of that odd ingenuity in you
Hence this bizarre day-hooting of these owls
Sends this Chiphweremwe into utter silence
Vexed by the looming poetry
deficiency.
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