Quiet Fane Poem by Okim Otu

Clouded skies can't hold back the rain,
Loud bane queue to cause pain,
Bettlebrowed monster stands amain,
Shroud safely in quiet fane.

Though you appear in this dormain,
Caste in strata but vain
Becoming you and real and sane
Is like illusive lane.

To walk the path so long as train;
Instead fly an airplane
Or sleep in cage with hand enchain;
Better pray in quiet fane.

Stop those struggle in muddy plane
With swine that cause this stain,
Bow aright like the sugarcane
And wait the time to reign.