Poem

AN EPISTLE TO UNWISE FELLOW
Sometimes as I read so I write.
Pulled by th'  inspirational medicine
In between everylines lies curative
Spells trimming in the depth of th'  heart.

Sometimes the beautiful work of art
beseech my intellectual reasoning
so on write. Careful with everyword
pen down. Slow in accuracy,  atimes,
speed like driving force of the universe.

Far be it aforementioned of flowing whims
A strike is an obscure gesture that requires
calm and sound reasoning to solve. But,
A double more strokes is calling sublime
ravaging and wrench of near awaiting tumult.
A fool should strip your heart naked be swift to,
sought their fathers names and slow not to drop,
on their eardrums the oblivious penury and trifling Lineage

Accursed who bring to sound the silence murmur
I tongue -tide for decades. But blessed who stirs them
not the meek silence mind and let the kind peace and,
Love take the lots!.

For only fool that unveiled centuries of secretbond,
that hold humanity in tranquility so love and peace reign.
If they call them fools so they denied and sneer in dismay.
But fools strike where saints fear to touch, formal education
give morals and intellect but fools benefit not. So they trend,
with unmasked decades of shame, lest of breaking concrete
family ties that centuries to consolidate.

Some fools are wise only they are deprived of the maize of education
But insincere fools those are devils and hungry wolves in human
form designed, all circles of civilization alas, decaying in morals and
intellectual reasoning so they lack humane.
By extension myopic of human importance and potentiality.

Should these fools contemplate long loneliness thinking
Only then they will relieve their morals toward human
And adjust. Alas they are dark-hearten and uncivilized minds.
         Composed:
     HABIBU GENTE,
    January 5th 2016.