What Kings Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

What kings in towers waste hell their powers?
Foul is inclined on arms assigned
To the soldiers by war's masters.
Such biting truths in many youths
Engaged has turned their spirits burned.
Dreams are scattered; vice is flattered
By minds nighted who are blighted
By avarice, seek with malice
High positions stunting unions.
Wildly they drive with none to thrive
On rising peace, but to increase
Their worthless schemes to gain spoilt dreams.
Their sights do not embody what
Runs joy on earth, but a false worth
In their promise to give birth, bliss.