Penchant for greed,
the bitter ambition
of deceit at the sore
of shame.
Gain and reward with
a cluster of drones,
the moving labour of
tears for the castle of
their comfort.
Their dreams at the
groans and misery
of torture.
Crushed under the
torments of their
boots at the
insanity of affliction.
The rolling tears of
their past drowning
away their hopes to
the dust and termite
of the grave.
Movement and tone
of freedom at their
mashed state of
expression,
to fight the beast of
death breaking the
bondage for true
achievement and
survival.
Written by abayomi ogunniyi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem