A place of sordid tales, a coven of jealousies
One’s misfortune, another’s joy
Oh, harems are sodden with plots
All are drawn in, willingly or coyly.
It’s taste turns oft to wormwood
Relish its waters are your own risk
Whatever pleasures are dished
Rest assured you’d be pissed.
Harems, a place of plots, sub-plots
Envies are shaped, talons sharpened
The happy, rendered sad,
The sad, raucously happy at other’s misfortune
Men, thought powerful, brought low
Dignities ruined, egos bruised
Your ride today, another’s tomorrow
A place indeed best for vipers … Or is it?
(To be continued …)
© 25th September 2016. Adewale Adeniji.