With the stage set
And characters outfitted
A musical interlude instigates
As the clown mounts the stage
A true master slave to humour
An introverted extrovert
Full of wisdom in folly
With varied emotions
One for each tiny bit of feeling
Concocting to act naturally
He mimics an original copy
Wearing a pretty cruel smile
Appearing naturally strange
He entertains this small crowd
And finally picks up the microphone
Looking clearly confused
Yet to confess an inkling
A gloomy truth
Eager to appear invisible
Or perhaps wake up dead
His only choice then
Was to run slowly
Or wait impatiently
He recovers from this short wait
Comprehends a light darkness
Illuminating the chamber half empty
A noticeable absence
He squawks quietly
Then lingers to a halt
At the sight of the comical show-host
A pot-bellied man
Apparently cantankerous
If not so badly dressed
An unapologetic plea follows
As he speaks into the microphone
Re-echoing an open secret
One by family
One by friend
One by foe
We’re all living dead
Partaking in the human comedy
- Atsu Dogbey
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