Hypertension Poem by samuel nze

With dark blood
You heave air in your breast
It is heavy
That load on your chest.

Doctor will call it hypertension
You eat no proteins
There is no milk in your bowl
And you think too much.

Your family have not known him
They want everything
It is your duty to swot
Is it yours to die too?

Father says sacrifice is true religion
But you are not Jesus Christ
If all this doing will snap your ribs
You had better rest.