Sonnet 3 Poem by ukaegbu Rosemary
Sonnet 3
Pretend not to be scare
whilst you know you will be snare
why do you fare?
when you know you cannot escape the fear
you take her as slave
without the provision of shave
she dirge not out of pity
rather paying homage to her anxiety
take us no more into exile
with the facade of facile
the fountains look innocence
of which they are the incidence
rejoice not of your stage
for you will soon come of age.
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