Ballade I Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

I'd think of something to say,
Not to send my wits astray:
They'd make life somewhere like hell,
Sending hearts to abyss, binding them with spell.
They'd made fun sometimes with all,
But within them venomous arts did lurk.
We'd bade them amidst their thoughts,
But their actions would not veil their soughts.

"He's tall and Jovial but brags,
Full of himself, wearing weird tags.
She's drenched in folly and pride,
Bearing the makes of Heylel's side."
He'll say thus, holding his mouth,
Towards the deep groaning south.
Till'll make mark piercing the folk,
His glottis had got in shame stucked.

They'd seen all normal as odd,
All new and fair as old.
They'd called the lightened as blur,
And the blur as when the sun sprawl.
We've but have taken odd view,
Diverse from their own point of view.
They'd now but despise our plan,
And set as adder under the green herbs.
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