Sonnet Xxvi Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A tattered man, clothed in an expensive outfit.
Dread-lock, pompous Jacket and Gucci.
Seating on the bare earth that was naked,
Seducing her, violating the rule of the sacred:
It had happened that, he'd worked all through night,
In expectance of what would seem to him as light.
But to utmost dismay of the folk,
The more he waited, the longer he's stalked.

Thence, did he stopped working,
Perhaps the giver will for him come hunting.
And had sworn to stay without food,
Before all wrong are made good:
It was faith- the battered man.

The faith of man wearies if delayed is the plan.
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