S.A.L.E.M Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Situated in an embroided spacious field.
Attracting fortunes, wealth and by honey filled.
Land moistured in peace and grace forlorn.
End of strife, struggle, sickness; Goodness un-turn.
Made for all that are drilled.

Second coming; Graced with heightened failure.
Amounting pleasant pressures and did into strife lure.
Lake around, fountains abound, caressing joy.
Entrusting hope and elating reward, by love coil.
Made for all that are like crystal pure.

Shaking and weighing her pupils.
Average gone, dred-ed fall; withering daffodils-
Leisured heart, pounced soul that wealth did make.
Enjoying the company of they that ate the saviour's cake.
Made for none but they that takes the pills.
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