A sinker of souls
One's carriage,
To the afar off.
A traveller of destiny
A bright light for others

A teller of the future
The deceiving of hearts
The gateway to freedom,
Yet it imprisons many.

An auction,
Awaiting its bargainee.
The payment of souls
Families it scatters,
Yet breathing air of hope.

A killer,
Launching its pistol,
Aiming for victims,
Yet assuring many,
A tomorrow an everlasting.

Portmanteau,
You stirred me this far.
Alas,
Here is my surrender.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson