Damaged The Arranged Poem by habib akewusola

DAMAGED THE ARRANGED.
Our cloud signals change for
Rebirth per heard,
I fear as tears soak many
Shirts,
We have stirred with different
Chefs, still, this soup can't be
Served.
Let your quarrel not turn funerals,
Rampage can never be arranged.
Your speech glitters despite the
harmattans fever,
Your motion most overshadow
Negetive votes.
We are capable of resisting the
Bees sting on our feet's,
Lets sing not by exchanging
Fest.
The syllable rich deceives there
Thinking,
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
Accept defeat,
Please permit our plea with
Easy for this reasons.
You only rule and someday
Must move,
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
School,
I was even better than you.
I need respect don't violate
This privileged.
Various incidence make up events,
Today, I eat bitterness and rest in
Wilderness.
Hero's operate with common sence,
He never pretends specking inconsistent
Comments.
Eyes zoom around you, interpreting
Your events.
You have one method to adopt,
Work for my kingdom in freedom
With wisdom.
Victory should duel in your quest
Or you would be left in the bin
Of history with regrets.
Tongues are prepared to insult in
Disgust.
My home will never collapse nor
Crash she's my pride till life do
Us path.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.