Disorder Poem by Emmanuel Oladipupo

As long as the sun continues to rain
And the rain thoughtlessly continues to sun,
Tell the father not to let go of his reign
So as to reshape and chastise his son.

If the mother's whip should go slacked
And her sweet wrapped words convey no lesson,
Won't she be desolate at last from her lacks?
Of loosing her heart to the world suffices.

Tell the son to haste the ride back home
His father await to see his lonely face,
His mother afraid to die with unburied bones.
What keeps our son from home is the worldly gaze.