VENOM
(A Poem)
By Bashir Yahuza Malumfashi
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Story by the moonlight,
Delivered by sunlight.
Story from the agent,
Agent of darkness,
Parades so clueless.
Story from a gutter,
Spreading heat as heater.
Story from the agent,
Agent second to devil,
Clamouring deadly evil.
With words that cut
Like knives,
Venom spreads,
A deadly strife.
Poisoning hearts
And minds,
Leaving scars
That never unwind.
In shadows,
It takes its toll,
A silent killer,
Soul by soul.
No antidote
Can cure the pain,
As venom spreads,
A deadly stain.
Through whispers,
It takes its flight.
A subtle enemy,
A wicked might.
Infecting all,
Without a care.
Leaving destruction,
Beyond repair.
With every breath,
It grows in strength,
A toxic force,
A wicked length.
Choking hope,
And snuffing light,
Venom’s grip,
A deadly blight.
In darkness,
It finds its home,
A place to hide,
A place to roam.
Where evil dwells,
And wickedness thrives,
Venom survives,
And forever strives.
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© Bashir Yahuza Malumfashi
Sunday 29-01-1446 Hijriyya)
04-08-2024 (Miladiyya)
