My Worries Poem by Prince Chibuike

I have not seen it for ages,
since i have been fliping through those pages,
the butterfly has been hovering round and round
hoping nectar would b found.
To those that want change,
the chameleon is on rampage,
trying 2 decieve so we get locked in cage,
how my heart burns with rage.
Oh compatriots they are not passionate,
for thier lips move with pattern not definate,
her steps is no good catwalk,
my worries heap in bulk..