Many a play, lead to death.
A little gulp from the cup,
Wine thrust through the throat,
Finding its root in the heart,
Leaping into the mind,
Revealed in actions,
Bring more, he signals the waitress,
More of the toxic, coloured liquid.
Sluggishly, he stands,
Staggering, he walks,
A sway to the right,
A man tussled by wine 🍷
Lingering as he home proceeds,
Evil play at the gate of death.
Many a play, lead to death,
A preparation as for war,
Stocking ammunitions,
Wearing protective gadgets,
Hand gloves, stockings,
Man like chameleon,
Blends with darkness,
Setting out for work,
Business done in the light shade,
Where men gropes,
He maneuvers expertly,
Unstoppable he seems,
But law and order to contend,
A battle lost before initiation,
Like the end of death is to all,
All day is for him,
One day never ending for the law.
Evil play at the gate of death.
Many a play lead to death,
Sitted with slight back bend,
Hands firmly gripped the couple,
Legs at either side,
Each instrumental in motion,
Gullible engine, hasty wheels
Marauding to the region of utter silence,
A sudden swerve to a side,
Rising up on the machine,
Both hands in the air,
As the beaches of a tree spreads across,
Divers acrobatics,
Various stunts,
At this, there's no pro,
Even the best fail,
Man's life has no spare,
Even Africans got no additional,
Unreasonable risk do catch up,
Evil play at the gate of death.
Many a play lead to death,
Disappointment unfolds,
Discontentment is unleashed,
Uncertainty is unlocked,
Hope is drained in haste,
As water poured in basket,
Heart plunders in many thoughts,
Clouds of uncertainty,
Streams of deliberations,
Rain of sombre reflections,
Dejection results, Depression ensues,
Man consumed by his worries,
Stress embracing, Fear attracting
Sickness demanding, Insight repelling,
The worrisome!
In bondage to everything,
Evil play at the gate of death.
Many a play lead to death,
Beckons on him to learn,
Nature unveils knowledge,
Education announce understanding,
The aged speaks wisdom,
All are free but cost desire,
Willingness to improve,
Yet, ignorance,
Cherished as a young bride,
Engulfed in benightedness,
Man injects slow poison.
This suicidal act
Of willful reject,
Slowly but surely,
The afterlife beckons,
Evil play at the gate of death.
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LIFESTYLE
PoetryHow many people engage in life threatening ordeals without giving it thought? How many times will man reject free living wisdom and rather embrace ignorance? How many engage in activities that bring death near them everyday? This poem calls upon...
