"Sodom and Gomorrah"

So exasperating to be here,
Sodom where souls are so dome
With gnashing of teeth.
Gomorrah where ‘go-moral is immoral’.
Gomorrah where immoral’s faces
Show-up everyday.
Sodom where nudity is welcome.
No more Lot in my Sodom and Gomorrah.
But,Lot’s daughters are now sand.
Angelic voice I hear
Saying,find fifty or forty pure doves
for my dome to be saved.
But,
Where are they?
Sodom and Gomorrah
where banana spoils
Folks’ voice saying
banana ripes.
Deceit knocks daily
even from little rat and king lion.
Sodom and Gomorrah
where Lot’s wife moves
near memorable salt,
where brimstone moves near.
###This is my own song to shun nudity and immoralities in my country.God please purify my country###
Poet: Mulekanle Adedotun

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Rainbow

       "Rainbow" My TREE! Open the door of your hearing! Let your heart be settled To my voice! Sit on your sofa Before suffering suffers you To Penury Why sitting on the fence? What is your colour? Why are you rainbow? Violet plant now equals violent Verberna is now vicious My Green pasture now entertains Green snake under green grass. My tree my home! Am scared to look Into your root, Your root are not deep In loyalty and unity. Your Green leaves are now yellow Your beautiful yellow petals Like daffodil and dandelion That call foreign birds for feeding Are yellowish again. See! The foreign birds Dispatched you to desert. My tree ny country! Alert,your orange product well known as corrupted All over th...
Read more

"Living Eagles"

"Living Eagles" Eagles of my era Living symbol of power Your wings give strength But why? Preying on others Is your hobby. Eagles of my era Living symbol of pride Finches and parrot Are not your mate But soaring alone. So selfish and arrogant! Eagles of my era Your nets build in rock For your keen vision: Preying on peasants. Eagles of my era But why? From peasant snake and rats, Fresh loaves of bread and fishes Come. Eagles of my era Be aware! Point of no return Moves near Your milk and honey Remain here. Poet:Mulekanle Adedotun
Read more

"No Saviour"

      More I look       Less I see,       More I sleep       Less I rest,       More I sell       Less my profit,       More faith       Less hope.        Looking to and fro        Yawning for my milk and        honey        In my father's land.        In my father's land        Milk showers like fountain        Honey flows like busy river        Yet,        Hunger and starving knocks  ...
Read more