What Praise Does: A Sonnet Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A closed door for decades,
Obstructed and clinched, waving mirades.
Testicles of disruption erupted like volcano.
Distributions of strifes to drowned Orlando.
Then did he billed his tongues,
In words and conspicous tongues.
Yet, the volcano lurked there,
Loosed panther and distilled hare.

But later he raise his voice,
In praise tune, and worship noise.
Within a moment or so
Came an hand from beneath or above.
It flung the volcano door opened
And then was Air conditioned installed in his oven.
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