Auctus Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

The innocent crying baby
Has grown to a man of brutal agendum
Or to a young deceitful lady
Dangling her waist like a pendulum.
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And our religions
Which ought to win souls for God
Have grown to deadly legions
Killing souls for the lord.
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I see the growth of politics
From service to humanity - the needy
To a school of false rhetorics
A platform of the greedy.
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Wisdom has also grown
From sagacious artlessness
Now, the quality is shown
With untruth and brute of the heartless.
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Civilisation grew in its strife
When a man wifes another man
And a woman weds with a wife
In the name of freedom of human.
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And fashion met with growth
In a way it never should
We gaze our attires with loath
And wander in absolute nude.
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We exchange lives for penny
Alas! Our economy a-growing.
We stand in expectation of our progenny,
Are we not growing?