Sonnet Ix Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

'Take thy filthy finger off my lips'
The loved had screamed at her lover whose finger tips
Like the riff of the sea, carressed her anger,
And cobble her heart to be in his place as stranger.
None would interfere in this,
For often they'd been in issues fixed.
About life about joy, love and care,
About wealth about hope, peace to bear.
Yet they would not resolve the dispute,
Till other discipines and neighbour had their inputs.
They'd not been taught to be thus,
For their wisdom for this, increased less.
All folks are of them being fed up:
The stars and moon who always drink from indecision's cup.
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