Neo Sodom And Gomorrah Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

Sodom rebirth
Gomorrah in birth
Sodom in fashion parade
Gomorrah busy with her trade
In suit of moderness
Wrapped immoralness
Sodom and Gomorrah
Again has lit the light of immoral
And our Lot couldn't see
And call for a great mercy
Lot's wife has turned to beauty
Busy hunting for immorality
As Sodom in robes of seducing
And Gomorrah with loins enticing
Woe to first Sodom
In beauty fire consumed her first kingdom
Woe to new Gomorrah
If the old can't be called moral
Fire pierced in throat
At first, it wasnt worth a threat
Who shall named it Sodom
For its a beauty sold for boredom
Who shall name it Gomorrah
All the beauty has faded and yet we haven't find Deborah
At a long given name
I soaked my tears in rain
What profit it is, for this shabby heart
In pleasure of klutzy, and having bronze hat
Fire awaits the beauty
Beauty in terms of reality
If first Sodom couldn't escaped it
The fire that falls like a rain
What then, shall safe you again from it
The fire that shall greatly fall like a rain
I call to the flying birds
If there remains a vein in the land
Can you emit my letter to the lad
I say to the flying bird
If Sodom had a daughter
I will then ask lot to sacrifice her daughter
If Gomorrah has a son
I will curely cursed the sun
How could she lives to survive and give birth
And our precious land having blood stream of her dare birth
If God spare the sun
Gomorrah shall be again justify
If God did not spare Sodom
He is indeed patient just to be rightly justify.