![]() THE GHOST AND HIS SCYTHEA Poem by Akinlolu![]() Subject 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 Author![]() AkinloluLagos, 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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