Ogu Henry Chijioke8888 (Nigeria)
Food of Advice
Do not think of me otherwise,
I am that one whose words can slice,
Think of me, my advice.
My heart to you as cold as ice.
You who boast and always pride,
Why do fear and always hide?
When you walk you always slide.
Fear in your heart, poor man outside.
Yes, three times you always feed,
You wash your hands, forget the need.
The holy book, the best to read,
Now think twice and take a heed.
My words, could be so rude and good,
All am saying is for our good.
Sounding so sad, but these is food,
Digest it slow, and change your mood.
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