Fake Goods
What you picked up at the junction
Will end up serving no function,
Mine; The Bold Voice of Lord God’s seer,
Though the message might stab like spear…
Tears for the buyer of fake good,
Who’d seen it and forgot to brood;
Our markets they infiltrate,
More items we adulterate
The products whose cost is dear:
Because they spellbind, no fear!
But not for who questions ask,
Sellers taking to a task
For fake goods we keep longing
And bought: a sense of belonging,
As it radiates fine texture…
Why need I instinct’s lecture?
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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