In the twilight at dawn,
Eclipse of aurora,
While men lingered at the gates
Stirring but clinging,
To quilted covering,
The Ignorantors invaded.
Fruit of deception at earth-break,
Façade over putrid, sepulchrish proclivities
The Ignorantors they came.
Holy book in hand,
Evil genius in mind,
Catholic aspirations, pious-countenanced
They came with but one intent,
To make slaves of ill-discerning hois.
Promise-cheese in man-trap,
Spring of vassalage artfully hid,
With neat little phrases, they sold the afterlife
Bigger down-payment, larger up-mansion
Because they had
Sold their souls.
Their forebears killed the messengers
Now they would kill the message.
On the cluelessness of the ‘baa-ing’
The Ignorantors they rampaged.
N.B IGNORANTORS is a coinage which means the GUARANTORS of IGNORANCE.
AKPOVETA, Valentine ‘t