WICKED WORLD
WICKED WORLD
Oh! What a wicked world!
A world diluted with friendly foes,
A world knitted with trials and agony,
A world brewed with the red sea.
Oh! What a wicked world!
Corruption-made world,
Disaster flying all around like tsetse fly
Bad day ocean flowing continuously.
Oh! What a wicked world!
A world where success massacres brothers,
Death, sons thought towards parents.
Rituals, parents purpose for breeding children.
Oh! What a wicked world!
A world echoing the cry of merciful evil drums,
Sonorous voice of the dumb gong,
And the quiet noise of the unseen visible birds.
Oh! What a wicked world!
A house of great trauma,
A place where food is served with skull.
Midnight screams, daylight aches,
Visible sickness, invisible during diagnosis.
Oh! What a wicked world!
Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! What a tragedy!
A joyfully created universe in jeopardy.
I wonder what her end will unfurl.
Poet: Ademola, Adewale Adeoba
Nom de plum: ELOQUENT INK
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