Ain't No Peace For The Wicked! Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

I know you may try to be looking for verbal irony in this context
Don't waste your time
It's as direct as it utters
This crooked world has tumbled to the dogs
It's like we are in the subway to hell
I can feel the heat literally
All caused by some ruthless and greed filled individuals
But here I stand labouring to be soft as wool
They wondering why I'm this trying to be nice
I know at the end
There ain't no peace for the wicked

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