Babatunde Aremu


At The Front Row - Poem by Babatunde Aremu

What is after the sixth number
Surpasses the seventh number
He who must lick the honey in the rock
Must care less on the fate of the axe

Many request to be made kings
They like the garments of kings
They want to be called his majesty
But the clout to serve is not in them

Many wants the crowns on their heads
Yet they detest the process of making the crown
Many never realised the crown is heavy
He who must wear the beaded cap
Must be skilful in in serving

Although the front row looks sweet
The front row may be tempting
He who must lead
Must be ready to forgo all
There must be no veil
The front row is without facade


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem is based on my experience as leader in both secular and spiritual work. In addition, I have seen people seeking for leadership for personal aggradisement.

Comments about At The Front Row by Babatunde Aremu

  • Rookie - 25 Points Onyeme John (12/21/2012 12:14:00 PM)

    I love this poem. Wearing a crown is wearing a gown of great responsibility; a servant, not a master. Oh, how irking that those who crave to wear, who have worn and are still wearing are not worthy of the crown, not for a bit! Example, the front row in bearer of River Niger and River Benue. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,604 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (10/7/2012 7:00:00 PM)

    It is quite tough to lead and prove the people that we are worth to do the job! as the poem is written out of experience, it is well penned! Keep up with your good work.! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 4, 2012


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