My Plague Poem by OLADEJI POPOOLA

In your fist lies the
paint of beauty, you gild
the sky with blue that makes
the dusk envy the dawn.

Among flowers, you adorn
Rose with beauty that make
others see their ugliness
in their haters eyes.

Those cruising on Nile
The trotter of the earth
by foot when you reach where
the Earth have eye, show Him my
ugly picture to see His bias
of nature.

Earth, where is my beauty?
Have you sell it to the mogul? ,
have you give it to your
affectionate as a gift? or have
you lost it while struggle to orbit
the sun?

Earth, where is my beauty?
my grotesque face is my plague.