What Goes Around, Comes Around Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

I know this day will come
one in which I will sit to recount her tales
Whose tale I told this time? allow me to land
Ah! is no one else but the alora Queen
One tiamo that left for a scum
Now it's all clear, she lost in truce
Guilty of fallen trance to wasted lust
fallen heroes all hung on her chest
Wider are her Heaven's gate, open to lust
Above the scarlet of hate she harvest pain
It is true, a man ripe what he sow