Lost In The Trash Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Lost In The Trash



One order calls unto the world,
from all and sundry in like-
and from varying tongues came in one likeliness.

For the mess of a generation
came those differences tearing apart
that with the immortals, the mortals contend not.
Unto the mortals, good intend.
But unto the fall they strive hard
becoming but a trash of folly.

Lost in delusional rationality,
you become so butchered that
not a piece of ur scraps could be gathered.

All over is littered the mess of like
as of a group of children called druming sound of the wedding feast but would not dance
And to sorrowful lullaby, would not mourn.

Burnt in lustful desire, driven by passion

a haste they make
that into the trash, discard that still voice.

Now an ode to morals is heard,
a tribute to ethics
and the songs of adieu to conscience sang.

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