Sister Sarah said, her siblings are green
Steeped in the blues they fall headlong,
When dealing with a willing opposite
Undefined emotions embedded the senses
Presumed love becomes a smiling snare
Like a bubby traps set for rabbit holes
She prayed never to be caught there in
Declared fervidly, ‘Na love I go chop?’
Her love has eyes on a thinking head
To see the mask of preying people
People pretending with others hoodwinked
Naïve in euphoria of false triumph
Sometime they realize the mess they’ve done
Otherwise, late to correct and retract
The kingdom of man suffers and stagnates
The empire brought to an early end
Comments
Iboro
This one needs a little edit and tidy up where there is the odd typo (Bubby trap ??? Booby ) Your works are coming on in leaps now I suggest that you try to find a mentor to assist in your editing, Keep writing,
Yours Ian.T