Melancholy Mood, Last Less
Those pitiless days ’re enough to puzzle the compassionate mind.
A phenomenal gesture, soon sued to have downplayed the legit,
That even the impartial impact was bandit with words.
Not so funny ’re those days
That devils 're clad in bigotry .
And soon ready enough
To poison soups
Meant for the entourage.
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over this weakening wit.
Now struggles continue.
Exclusive parcels to all the greenery gestures.
Your compassionate touch is well noted
And well felt.
Thank you so much for the deliverance.
Previous contested poem title: 5 Minutes Challenge
For: Russell Sivey's "Complete Your Poem" Contest.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013