A Flickering Flame In Shadows' Play Poem by Oluwagbemisola O. Lawal

In a land where the sun kisses the soil,
A man dances, caught in scandal's coil,
His moments laid bare for all to consume,
While the virtuous among us dwell in gloom.

Morality, where have you gone astray?
Is pleasure now king, come what may?
Four hundred hearts with winks and with grins,
How do we measure the weight of such sins?

Rhetorical whispers in the dead of the night,
What drove these ladies into this plight?
Did pride take a backseat, or was it the thrill?
Has society crumbled, lost on the hill?

"Who's watching? " they ask with devilish glee,
Yet judge the man caught in webbed fantasy.
Is he the villain, or just a mirror's reflection,
Of a culture that craves such disconnection?

With cameras rolling, consent in the air,
What morals remain when you strip them bare?
A tapestry woven with threads of desire,
And critics all burning with self-righteous fire.

Oh, society, do you clutch your pearls tight?
Yet leap at the chance to share scandalous light.
Mocking the needy for their fleeting delight,
While hiding your secrets just out of sight.

So, gather the stones, but first, take a glance,
At the shadows within that lead to this dance.
For every clickbait that ignites your disdain,
There lies a reckoning—be sure to explain.

Instead of the scorn served on judgment's cold plate,
Let's ponder the story, before it's too late.
What hollowness breeds in the hearts we ignore,
As we turn every sin into folklore and lore?

Now, hold up the mirror, reflect on the game,
For in laughter and jest, we're all the same.
So laugh at the folly, examine your heart,
And realize in jest, we all play a part.