The Miller Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

All eyes on his evils deeds
With a muted loud voice,
Hollowing change amidst the reeds
To cease, yet he rejoice

The black salvation strengthened
With his plots, the first today
Wont be seconded, victims of fate disheartened
Epidemics transmitted at the miller each day

Life equated to a penny, easy contractions
Latex fits the first penetration so gloomy
Second, third its a mystery, without precautions
And the escapades distend her tummy

Its a vulnerable arm of the society
Left, handed to the cruelty of an individual
Grimy, mongers who exploit the society
Only because of platinum, solo or dual