Man mate with himself,
Woman bethrot to herself.
Corruption,now the best food,
Absurdity,now the best rule.
Tattered men on Ceasar's robe,
Tied down mentally,psychologically by
Yet,he feel relieved.
Yea,she in destruction believed.
Who will save us; the sea rumble,
From the glamorous trouble?
Let hail come i pray!
Disorganise their hood i say.
Let honour flee from them,
That maybe they'll regain their sense.
But can that thing toss
Or will have them all doze?
Thy body is not cardboard,
Why imprint on it with ink blood?
He is he and not she,
Let he ha and she she.
Absurdity should be not thy food,
Else to the creator you're a fool.
Pierce us not again with thy folly,
Thy acts incur on us wrath from the holy.
Thy ebullience may metamorphose,
If by heart you make not the right choice.
Ebony of disgrace,
Cauldron of our race.
Ace in sleek-destructive plan,
That had deflowered our clan.
Save us!-;who will save us;the sea rumble
From this glamorous trouble?
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2017