Sonnet At My Backyard Poem by Godspower Oshodin

Sonnet At My Backyard



Up and down we walk,
Trailing our tracks from merciless approach,
Citizenry of civilization reproached.

Thunders are riots in placards,
Blowing up a failed system scorecards.
The divinity.
The sanctimonious vile they craft.
The tired legs still didn't kick gimmicks.

Up and down we talk tough,
Our beguile guts monetized in closure.
Who will tell the next testimony,
Of accrued handouts given as mere TP.

Youthful ginger, besought their consciousness.
Up and down we still fall prey deceitfully.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I am conscious about the society we live in, and I'm more disturbed about where the next generation should be; my children, your children, and humanity. So I know so well that Leadership has been the prime reason the world suffers today, so this poem delve into our society today and how the people who are suppose to cleanse the society with their 'Craft, Pen, and Freedom' have compromised their values. This poem revives the original genuity of what a true Journalist, Activist, or Writer should be. Our mind and pen feeds the society, so we should be conscious of what we give them for consumption. And that's how Godspower Oshodin sees life. This poem reflects allot in just 14 lines. It is indeed a 'SONNET AT MY BACKYARD'.
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