Doom Poem by Bieze Josphat

When the ear is keen to eavesdrop
But adamant to heed instructions
Then, it's as good as the ornament
Pinned on it.

When the eye is blind to truth
But lusts on forbidden fruits
Then, it's as good as the flakes.

When hands can't fold in prayer
But dexterous to caresses
Then, it's as good as the comb.

When the feet can't trend
On righteous ground
But quick to run to brothel
Then, it's as good as its print.

When the heart can't bear compassion
But a harbour for hate
Then, it's as good as a grave.




When the tongue can't say
Comforting words
But agile to spit venom
Then, it's as good as a sponge.

When the nose can't breath
Life into others
But thirsty to siphon life out of them
Then, it's as good as a tornado.