The windvane tower
Just like souls stand so tall;
so is the windvane tower; a_wall,
for in it, saints die young,
Just like Jericho stood and fall;
so shall sands mourn this great wall,
for in it greatness is seen as a-dung.
Are they not Egyptian of the recent age...
Autocrats and aristocrats in sinful rages,
Merciful at dawn; devil at night,
Women fear the unknown even in their right,
The land is trading anarchy and chaos legally;
Wherein havoc abides; Mr End hovers around hiddenly.
And at sight, the windvane tower,
is blooming in vanities and so sour,
because the light faded away its power
But, leaves are made to fade away;
so do some soulful saints go sway,
when the heart had gone astray.
©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
04/11/2017
09: 09AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem