Parental Ills
PARENTAL ILLS
Fresh fallacy fall flat
Betwixt blenched beaux
Oldies goldies, modern crime
Lacerated denims, newish culture
Conventional crews, forgotten taws
Dearie draws near, dressed chamber
Old tent, increasing wails
Baggy laps, incessant sounds
Daunted, flabbergasted grips
Pleasurable, gratifying tips
Floppy fathers left in tears
Flooey spinsters drown in cheers
Riotous gays, the curse of the pap
Garbled kins seek for help
The volcanic melt
Of the ancestor’s heart
The rhythmic palpitations
Of the reticent gents
Shrank shanks, belittled tragedies
Neglected nuggets, seed for malevolence
The ancient error of complacency
The ignorant digression of antiquity
The polluted cultivation of time past
Now drives our life apart
Children left in decadence
Immature breeds ignored for self-indulgence
Now we howl like a famished wolf
Who will hear and not mock our woof?
The corrupt past camaraderie
Of our medieval papas
Made our lassies today eerie
And our blessed lads treacherous
Our face now soaked up in sullenness
Grumpiness hungrily eat us up
Our heart fiercely harbored in turbulence
The sweet wine of malevolence fill our cup
Thirsty, we refused our threshed vine
Who will drink if not us? Who will?
We’re left drained with clumsy spine
Passive courage, dilacerated will
We prayed but who cares?
We supplicated but who cares?
Copyright © Ebenezer Olafusi | Year Posted 2021
|