Partiality Poem by obinna tochi

Gazing at the rugged face of the age,
The monstrous hands of death I see…
Great roses and lilies turned ‘blue.'
Our long walk where would it be?
Perhaps! In an age of gold,
Or therein, in a time of dust.


Our apparition shall roam in space unknown to our sphere,
Images shall cluster and there shall be a door,
This door to some minds a monster.
Oh! Yes it had legs and also hands.
This door locked upon great crowns,
Who had loved and hated as the door's children
Unfair! unfair! The age is.