Damaged The Arranged - Poem by habib akewusola
DAMAGED THE ARRANGED.
Our cloud signals change for
Rebirth per heard,
I fear as tears soak many
We have stirred with different
Chefs, still, this soup can't be
Let your quarrel not turn funerals,
Rampage can never be arranged.
Your speech glitters despite the
Your motion most overshadow
We are capable of resisting the
Bees sting on our feet's,
Lets sing not by exchanging
The syllable rich deceives there
This why you spit on my head,
Filling, we are mear weeds.
Pandemonium is for kings
He bears his own risk.
We would never retreat nor
Please permit our plea with
Easy for this reasons.
You only rule and someday
You are an ordinary tool created
In repairing my damaged stool,
This is what I ask of you, instead,
You take us for fools.
We were thought the same at
I was even better than you.
I need respect don't violate
Various incidence make up events,
Today, I eat bitterness and rest in
Hero's operate with common sence,
He never pretends specking inconsistent
Eyes zoom around you, interpreting
You have one method to adopt,
Work for my kingdom in freedom
Victory should duel in your quest
Or you would be left in the bin
Of history with regrets.
Tongues are prepared to insult in
My home will never collapse nor
Crash she's my pride till life do
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