THE GHOST AND HIS SCYTHEA Poem by AkinloluSubject to personal interpretation
What ails society?
Why this anxiety? Where are the mighty? They've turned so flighty. The crux is Abaddon, wraith in a wagon. Kills with abandon, toasts with a flagon. Phoenix from the ashes but we're ready for his fire. Murderer with his theories and instructions that are cypher. Yeti in a mire; he's an ogre by a pyre. We are children of the light. We're glowing in the night. We're ready for a fight With the ghost and his scythe. Image: freepik © 2023 AkinloluReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 13, 2023 Last Updated on November 13, 2023 AuthorAkinloluLagos, South west Nigeria, NigeriaAboutAkinlolu will not consider himself the best of writers until he becomes a hundred years old. In the meantime he strives towards becoming the best by continually writing poetic descriptions and critici.. more..Writing
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