Pondering Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Looking above the hub that entangles our mind,
The eclipse of the mind that our eyes do see.
That action can't take its cause to make us dwell,
Daily do we see it and its talks reign in our mind.
In their dressing and movement they flaunt it for us to see.
When we tend to embrace the goodies for us to dwell,
The book shows us its illegality,
While our mind is enslave from its entangle.
Several talks to the person i thought could show me the reality.
In the world of Vashty she is building her castle.
When will the jinx of this be broken in our mind,
That our Joseph won't be made to be David?
Hear me well oh divine that She hear my plea,
And I won't fall into the hand of Jezebel.