A Predictable End Poem by Prince Ifeoluwa Daniel ShanuOlu

At the world's extreme
corner;
Parents have a misplaced
priority
Youths have been beclouded
with moral decadence
Children nurture urges for
frivolities
Destructive blood runs in our
fetus.
Pen lacks intelligence
Midwives of the spirit
wrapped with lies
The elected seek their pockets
Lightning system gives ignited
candle stick
Hope is dashed
Seasons now a chameleon
Productivity falls below quality
What is the hope of our generational
survival?
The end we pull I presume