The Plebeains Sorrow Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

The Plebeians sorrow
The disquiet of his tomorrow
Confusion day by day publicized through the air waves,
Unpleasant chorus daily greets his ear ways,
In a continent scantily scarce,
Of quality Persons and mentors to follow.
Conscience and self overlapping in purblind state,
Impotently watching his potentials and virtues lay waste.
Who will clean his vase, help plead his case?
Who can help fix' things, sweeten his taste?
None of this can he figure father,
Except he seeks a father figure,
For his life lacks, needing some measure of structure,
Ancient of days he seeks,
The only holy one,
Clothed in majesty and splendour
With whom no situation or problem is major,
Sure to address the plebeians sorrow,
The certainty of his tomorrow.