The Oozy


As the rooster crow at the dawn

Awake, Thinking of

Why malevolent keeps oozing to earth?

Like the blood from a wound


Equipped with the onus of hating success

In a complete mayhem

They abreast all information

So they could water the growing chaos


Beautiful, handsome with an ugly mind

Talks more of ill in the absence

Talks more of exaggeration in the presence

Like it is from the deepest of their heart


Yet, it is a mouthy talk

From the corner of their mouth

With little power, they destroy

Willing for an everlasting power



Why are they coming to earth?

To destroy the benevolent

With a pure soul


By A. Toyyib©2017

This poem is about: 
Our world