Appeal Poem by Nel Omofolarin

Under the guides of most-stringent surveys
Licence my tragedies a breathe
Where nemesis most ardently appends
All I ask heavens above be
Before some fairly-tended clime
Grace my afflictions a mildly affection
I have been a voyeur, nigh ghostly isles
Where arrows of misfortunes stings none but fair men
Endured forlorn inexorable pampering of despair
Where grey grazed on men without fair-grace
To justice, fame and shame all mortgaged
Lest chances via unkempt twist of fate
Dote on me, a subtle descent into dungeon
I appeal, to the scare of a juryman