How To Sound Philosophical | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 202: HOW TO SOUND PHILOSOPHICAL
This is how to sound philosophical,

sit behind a stack of holy books
and smoke shisha

pick alif hamzat wasil Iām shadda dagger alif hā
and cajole Yahweh to stifle a laugh
while unlocking Da Vinci's code.

throw a jab at Buddha
and giggle as Baal chuckle at the nudity
of hijab gypsies relying on broken tafsir
inscribed in Nsibidi

make nonsense of legends and demystify myths
maybe with conspiracy theories only clowns decipher

sing Yeshua to sleep on the laps of Magdalene
and feed the Medina man a lump of swine.

drag Baphometh by the horns
into a pool of the Messiah's blood
and feign delight as he swims away
chanting 'Beyo! Beyon! Beyonce is...' trails off

place 6 and 6 beside a 9
a threesome for the Antichrist

and when you're done confusing mankind
sip some coffee and pen these down:

beliefs can change worlds
change lives
but it can also make us blind

love can bond worlds
crush walls
but it can also shatter hearts

truth can save us
build trust
but it can also crush us

in all, it's our decisions that is life
that is true religion
that is god.

now dress in white and go to sleep
angels like you make heaven hell

Finally, this is how to sound philosophical
it's okay if you don't understand.

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician
#SSA

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