Monday, June 12, 2017
The thing before my own eyes are FACELESS masquerades.
The country is going cashLESS.
Girls are going topLESS.
My people are becoming hopeLESS.
Corruption has beaten us helpLESS.
Peace has been rendered homeLESS.
Our youths are becoming useLESS.
Hunger has driven us senseLESS.
Problems are becoming countLESS.
Our leaders appear clueLESS.
My limbs have become motionLESS.
The poor are getting defenceLESS.
The criminals are becoming relentLESS.
The weather is becoming merciLESS.
I sit and stare in awe at the ageLESS sun.
Everything about life seems worthLESS.
You hardly find anyone spotLESS.
Everything I taste seems tasteLESS.
The thing before my eyes are just faceLESS
Topic(s) of this poem: irony