Unspoken

Genre: Poesy

Title: Unspoken

Author: John King Ayanfe ©

Our spoken words are yet unspoken

Seems the modern poets' muse is broken

They forsake deep and genuine muse because of token

If poets were poets and be not less poets

The rivulet of deep muse would have been visited by poets

This rivulet of deep muse await the modern poets

Poets are carving lines yet their silence is louder

Where are the days when poesy rumbled like thunder

Poets and their deep creativities now know their asunder

Oh!!! Our poets love to write about love

Whilst humanity yet suffer heartbreaks because of love

Still i ponder if amid the poets is true love

If all poets speaks against the maladies in the world

If all poets don't carve lines to please the world

We're guilty! Not carving transformation from every word

Weakness' in the craftmanship of our modern poets, why

To be impeecable makes our modern poets shy

I hate to perceive their craftmanship great, yet they lie

Our spoken words are yet unspoken today

If jealousy, selfishness, lust, pretence host us not in any way

The unborn poets shall bless the works of this day