Victims Of Circumstance

And whilst beneath my endless thought,
Abound therein my pain I sought

That life will not defeat its cloud
And lo her foe will squeal aloud

And then will evil hence prevail
And watch her snare in stormless sail

So what we here the innocent?
To lie and watch our pathway bent?

For we are but a softened clay
That nature moulds to have its way

And only that we have to pray,
Be victims not of circumstance.

by Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi

Comments (1)

This poem is so eloquently written. It is a 10+ in my judgment. It is like reading a poem from a classical poet. The words are so true and your style shines.