The Preacher Boy Poem by Adeola Babalola

Come!
Come listen to me.
I am the preacher boy.
Let me tell you your doom...

Now you parade the savannah
and the tropics too.
You move freely and feed on others
you scare both the harmful and the harmless.
Your voice is thunder
and they carry so much power.

Let me start with the word of Heraclitus...
Life is in a state of contineous flux
Let me tell you your doom.
One day, you will go out
and we will expect your return.
You will speak and will not be heard
cos power would have betrayed you.

You will wish,
and they never ride
cos by then power would have changed camp.

And this shall be your doom