*_@YungPrinzeT_*
06/08/2017
4.00AM

*THE DARK TRADE*

As darkness clouds the earth,
Papa soil seeks a space
To grow his grains,
But no light in the south nor north.

Blindness binds the eyes
Of the mama manure,
Not to see the tiny seeds
With the nitty-gritty of the future.

Greediness feeds the tender green
Plants in the fallow field.
Ignorantly the fig lost its grin
To the modern cultural values & deeds.

Shamelessly the shrubs
Dance to beats of naked fashion
Played by the dumb & numb
Branches of the fake flowers of civilization.

What a pity!
The lilies fall for little lies.
Soon, the sun shall scorch the soil's integrity
Because it sold out its tradition, ways & styles.

Written by:
Poroye Ezekiel Tobiloba (POET)
Palace of Exclusive Thoughts
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