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Heingram Oni Poem
In neon lights and fleeting thrills, they chase desires, abandon wills.
love is a game, a fleeting spark,
hearts left broken, cold, and dark.
Young adults with minds so keen, yet lost in screens, their souls unseen. empathy drowned in selfish streams,
chasing wealth, forsaking dreams.
Elites arise with hollow grace, power-hungry, void of face. gold and fame their gods of might, truth and honor lost from sight.
Where is love that once was pure?
where is wisdom, strong and sure? a world so young, yet growing old, with hearts of ice and hands of gold
Copyright © Heingram Oni | Year Posted 2025
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Heingram Oni Poem
Take of a turn of three
time to talk of penumbra tales
beneath a taramond tree
trials and wailings of two lives in the vale
The life of young from it infancy
thence gradual, conventional neither fantasy
the sweetest of them all to behold
incomparable to an undelectable life of old
The sun and snow that oldlings won't deign
in them, we striplings all times do reign
like the suns of Africa, stronger shining wards
young wild eagles of Amerie, freely soaring beyond word
Dearest mates from the state of mine
move not like king Solomon's mine
who danddied, drove so great and high
cruising, perusing our skin into prime
yet says its vanity, a full of crime
we chaste conquerors, with wreathe all nigh
Copyright © Heingram Oni | Year Posted 2025
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