EMPTY
Many crouching; man strutting
All I can scrutinize with my sights.
Thousands running; millions ambling
Yet, all I can behold with my sights is nothing
But an EMPTY cottages.
Looking deeply closer into the planet
With a microscopic views apparatus
Just to aid my sights for lenient view
Yet, all l can behold with my sights is nothing
But an EMPTY alley.
Aye! I can hear myriad sounds
People rushing out to a scene
It's a political festivity .
Pronto, I also dash to join them
Yet, all I glimpse at is nothing
But an EMPTY slab of crooked dispositions.
Sauntering to and fro on this EMPTY alley
Then I heard a voice whistling like that of
My ancestors to my earshot.
Saying, "though it seems EMPTY
But several are visibly hidden.
Many are shrieking just like the birds
Singing at the dawn .
Many voices crying out in silence
But no one to listen to their cry
All because the vacuum is EMPTY.
The ones who ought to enunciate for many
Were lulled and laid to rest.
Filling the chambers with scorpions
A heart full of extortion and lawlessness
This is an EMPTY kingdom.
Today, with one voice and congruence
Let us all entreat our progenitors
To cloth us once again with the pristine robe
That we may vacate this EMPTY cottage
And step into a fertile soil.
©shola123
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