Serpents of lust Never in love. Eat their words And you hang in the sword Their sarcastic grin, A shrouded act of the mind. Deeds are staged Acts are faked. The face that beams at your glance, Bears the tongue that defiles your ranks. Get caught in their feat of deceitful symphony And you inscribe the epitaph of your melancholy. Humans, yes humans! The harbinger of the devil The trustee of his evil. Patrick Ekong ©️
didactic, and entertaining