In My Placidity Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

In my placidity, I rest.
I see the worst look like the best;
The glistening gold and the crest.
All but pseudo, I won't protest.
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In my placidity, I peep.
The poor are happy in their hardship,
But the tears of the rich drip.
Mystery has its fate to keep.
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In my placidity, I pity.
Life's acute agonies of adversity,
Life's happenstance and serendipity.
Everything here, all but futility.
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In my placidity, I weep.
I see everything asunder creep,
I see brutality in our hearts deep.
All immoralities we sincerely keep.
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In my placidity, I rise.
And life is a game of dice;
Today, our fates suffice,
Tomorrow comes vague and in disguise.