At The Edge Of Disaster Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

There they sat.
Thin, medium and fat.
Chewing a lot of facts,
Striving to make impacts.
Yet, they fight for self-star,
Sitting at the edge of disaster.

There they sat,
Sharpened tongue and drilled acts.
Eagle's eyes and lion's wit,
Crocodile's tear did they fit.
They tend to be wise panther,
But know not; At the edge of disaster.

There they sat,
White robe, polished cars.
Magnificent abode with luxury.
Preaching sadness in joy's form in hurry.
They are harmless adder,
Sitting at the edge of disaster.

Continue with thy step,
One more! ; you're kept.
C.2017