A Fate To Hate Poem by Olusegun Sotade

Deceit in the belly eludes perception of nose.
Fart is decked to smell like rose.
Artificial pimp in borrow-pose
is the prescribed dose of those,

whose lives are close to roast
in the host of hoist to burst
in steaks, coast to coast
because reality is false in their pulse.

Nothing is more a fool in full
than to school in crew of the screwed
who are indifferent to tools of good livelihood
void of suffering and hook in its crude.

You are brain-washed to watch
in no rush to rust in dust.
Top-notch is the blush you knot
as the lot of your virtue is lost.

Coward's demise is 10,000 times.
What you despise becomes the spice in your spine.
How long will fart in disguise soothe your fake smile?
For how long will you wallow in squalor your leaders devised?

Spite what is not right,
before it smites you in plight
of avoidable rite nurtured by unpleasant flight.
For what is yet rejected, has power to stand