Read My Lips Poem by Wale Morakinyo

1. I seek to know what friendship's about!

So I turned to the rivers for answers.

Because the city was running mad.

There on the street of no-streets,

5. I met my friend of no-friend;

Who holds the title of no-titles

He said to me ''read my lips''

It's a good clothe but worn roughly.

A good wine drank to the excess.

10. And then he mutters some words

But all I'd heard has been my voice

My own voice!

I know my words and can't be stolen

So roared I to him in reply, "read my lips! '

15. Here again the voice is not mine

With one asking came I hither

With two askings I should have left

Now go back I with one answering

"No one answers my asking, but me! "

20 And that is friendship just unraveled