Earth's Gain Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

Silence of the noisy
Pierced to the bone
Withering of the Rosy
Perhaps he be gone
Traveling all along
Alone he sang his song

Sometimes far away
Wonder if he be a god
thorn on the plain way
Rotating his hand a rod
Pleasure he took to oppress
So many down to depress

Around the corner
The bully we warned
Wailing the sorcerer
The bully sensed an end
Up the gearing crowd
All he could see is a black cloud

He lost to selfishness
Ignorance misled him
Believing he could still come
Alas he lied
his arrogance properly watered

Filled with a remorseful heart
His apologies unheard
A deep swallowing night
The earth rejoiced again
He left with nothing to gain.