A Saint Devil - BY OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED

There is a saint on this earth,
An angel, beckons to paradise of hellfire,
His tongue, the ambush to the shore of desert,
The devil, our angel on this earth,
The prophet of doom.
 
The cruel mercy of the world’s saint devil,
Granted stunted liberty,
It breeds our pouch by licking,
The honey of our money,
Driving our hearts to the peak of mercy,
Through the valleys of fierce.

The world, the order,
The states, the dismay

We’ve been called to augment the peace,
At the Paley of enmity,
We’ve settled the disputes,
With distilled threats of bigotry,
A saint devil on earth,
Preaching love for hatred.   


© OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED PENMIND

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  1. Unknown25 November 2016 at 02:15

    What an oxymoron! And this goes far deeper than just rhetorics.You use it as a powerful tool to expose preposterous realities. Poetry likes you!

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