Disdained Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

My soul sinks from brim to below
It conjures me to hang and depart.
Music of dignity in diminish diminuendo
Brings thoughts of pain to the heart.
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I flip back the pages of my days
My deeds and words and countenance.
None of which display'd a wrong grimace
I was never known to be nuisance.
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My soul rose then with courage inferred
Disregarding contempt of the fool.
For the evil should not despise the unerred
As empty jar should not despise the full.
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