Follies Poem by abbas abubakar

Follies



Forests are growing bald
Warriors moaning in senility
Days burning in wrath
Petals loosing their allure
Rivers toddling to streams

Shall we stand like the still born
And watch ocean creep to our feet
Until the night mourn in lonliness
The follies of our ages?

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