Stereotype Poem by casmire Odinakachi Emeribe

The cradle of all beginning from chaos
So faceless through a void.
Despite all the odds
The dreams of these people are bold
Blunt, unequivocal and pungent
It worries me much, my fellow also
Call me names-
Am saying this,
For the incessant bellicose words of my fellows
I know I wander much but still
Am a bird of passage, soon I would flew,
They have belabour this falsehood,
Which the hold on me, to belie my good gestures
I raise this, on fixation of approbius treaty.
The eagle eyes the have on me isn't enough
Unclad the make me look before my fellows
With a single-story that we all are
Gentlemen on a highway
These till hitherto left me
Still dusting the shambles
That I had no past but my past,
They destroy.