The tales of throng

Written by: Adeleke Adeite

Thy songs oh throng, 
Scattered as litters on the floor:
Thy message without language, 
Shattered by the wind, faint and poor.

Thy voice, thy choice 
Of words is slaughtered by impediments; 
Thou nurse audible noise,
Often heard but stirs sour sentiments.

Thy picture and structure 
I can’t figure out by nature,
But I’ve got a conviction that’s strong
-You sing a sincere song oh throng