Ruse Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Head loosed, brain twisted:
tensed with poisonous liqour.
Eyes out of motions-

He'd ran In half-dead,
Like the leaves of the book, he held his head,
Crying: 'Hurt pierces deep,
Intestine almost ripped'.

To his aid, soles uncouched the earth:
Between the lovers, emotion gulped by death-
At the sake of helping him,
At the intent of setting him free.

The doctor was In and out:
In to heal, Healed then out.
He, rinsed in health and radiance,
Shone like fairest appliance.

And when he was heal and hearty:
When the dawn is done with her mourning.
To the domestic abode of mine,
Did he to wildest refined:

Away with our gold he fled,
What gives us joy, he did behead.
Thought he was by health loosed,
But dimly discovered he was a player of Ruse.

Commentary:
A man offered another strange man help because of his state. But the man who was helped came by pretension to steal from the man, playingthe game of 'Ruse'. Be watchful and Vigilant!