Life is bitter
But we like honey
Some figth forever
But never lick honey
Some people do what ever
Just to make that money
We rape our sisters
Just to feel honey
But reward is bitter
Cause that was nasty
We shoot our brothers
And take their money
The reward is sever
But we have to face the penalty
We are much in numbers
Still searching for the honey
Till some became cheat and liars
And some show honest and decency
Alot more get tired
Yet still looking for the honey
I become poem writter
Just to earn some money
Rose fllower is better
But remain white like lilly
We rise up and say I will conquer
And it sounds funny
We get more richer
And never stops looking for honey
You may ask what are my talking about?
And what is honey?
Its what makes life better
And keep us happy
I am from Niger Delta
I make use of no amnesty
Carry gun and become a figther
And answer the name insugency
A good numbers of writters
make more of poetry
But its only our heavenly father
That can give you honey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good provoking write.very simple but straight- forward. i believe in heavenly father who is giving me bread and inspiration too. conveyed a grt msg thro your write. keep writing.