The Prodigal Wolves

The Prodigal Wolves

Eyes flung doors ajar
beholding wild jungle
that bred father’s father
and with a plain slate,
a streak of screech
marched out of their mouths
with a drooling aqua as
the whole world watch.

Their growth got used to it
as vampirish lifestyle
crept into them with style.
To the battlefield they went
letting their metals spit fires
with many lives lying fallow
bringing tears to lots of eyes
as bloods flew horribly around
like an uncaged straying bird.

After many dropped lives
and pangs and agonies have
eaten up many families as
cankerworms, their rifles did
they surrender at the rock’s feet
and the sceptre gave them the
warmest reception while they

Bard Tosin Morakinyo

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