Undeceiceive One Poem by Joel Essienobong

A man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds.
And when the the weeds begin to grow
is like a garden full of snow.

And when the snow begins to fall
is like a bird upon the wall.
And when the bird away does fly
is like an eagle in the sky.

And when sky begins to roar
is like a lion at your door.
And when the door begins to crack
is like a penknife in your heart.

And when your heart begins to bleed
u are dead and dead and dead in deed.