The Mirror Poem by chapman winston

A spear of reflection
spearing through the a heart of guilt
posing anonymous question to the faculty of thinking
exposing the awful deeds, they call thought
trading the shames on a pitying pan for no price
a name of honour, falling into the deep valley of crisis
the charm of sin drawn on the face of the mortal being
who redeems him, a moment of regrets
look through the mirror
and correct your deeds

A spear of reflection
i directed through the the circles in society
correct foundation was it built on
but corrupted minded personalities were the
shareholders of this grace land
sticking to their whims and caprices
submerged the future of this society
in to a deep sea of no revere
disintegration setting in as the anthem of the day
our values and norms cast into a foreign land
forgetfulness pinning through the minds of people
decoding the rich content in African culture
immorality posing a threat to the unborn generation
a great tree of reputation, now a barricade of criticism
look through the mirror
and correct your deeds

A spear of reflection
gazing at the innocent faces of virtue
with a strong feeling of appeal
beseeching the populace
to engulf their legacy they've left
i laid down my life for the love of this society
but i cast my eyes back to the street
and am crippled with showers of rain drops
from the two balls engraved in my socket
a society with no regard for the past
mortal beings with no love for their fellow brethren
living life as if there is no tomorrow
heartless women selling forth their fruit of labour
only to survive
young women of great vision
trading their pride of life
for favours and currency
pay no homage to the founding leaders
for you've placed us on a land with no descent
but look through the mirror
and correct your deeds