Thinker Of Doom Poem by Folayemi Akande

What manner of a thinker are you?
The kind that brings the world to her knees?
You bask in the dark but crave for peace
Do great thinkers think idly as this?

The world is drinking from rivers of doom
Here you are thinking your lover's groom.
She was yours long as you were a man
Now she is gone with a man called Dan.

Love is serrated as wings of a lark
Its cunny paths do keep us in dark
A broken heart will take time to mend
I see you have made darkness a friend.

A woman's contempt is deep as a well
Their desires shall forever swell.