The Ghosts Of A Troubled World (4) Poem by chize ryan ogunkah

The Ghosts Of A Troubled World (4)



THE GHOST OF CORRUPTION

He soils his grasp
With their throes
To fill his gorge
Quenching his furnace of truth (conscience)
With a stained flow of brashness
Ridiculing right at the purchase of a bite

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