The Morass Aiders. Poem by Poet Akinwemimo Idris

(POETS OR POWERED?)

The hidden words,
Are in peak of pen.
The lost valued pens,
Are in fingers of poets.

The plight of life,
Is due to lack of morals.
The aid to morass,
Are meters of verses.

The diminished talent,
Retards the pace,
Besets our progress...

Poets are the vaults,
Bins of the lost...
But less valued,
By the powered.


*If poets and poetess are powered... Poetry would be like an index, like the scriptures of the holy books.



9: 49 P.M
26TH JUNE 14.
Kwara State.