Words overflowing
Calm overthrowing
No words pampered
As peace was for a minute, conquered
In the presence of midnight
As if striking like a charged knight

A few blocks laid,
A lot of prices paid
For a brewing fire
Not willing to retire
Into suiting springs
As trouble, it brings

Built with reckless words
A volcano was,
Pregnant with destruction
Yielding to no restriction
From remorse 
Putting fright in us

If it does erupt
Minds it will corrupt
Hearts it would weaken
Feets will be shaken 
Into grey dust
Avoid it, we must.
—-by Ruth C. Odikaesieme.


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