Don't Get Caught Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Your charges are nothing but mere detest
Intellectualization against you being honest,
Hatred practiced against my well being
Because I scorn at the high table's
Criticism you fix as being a rebel,
Your nobility weights on my freedom
Only one man survives this selective bomb!
I can't move unless we tussle
Insecurity sounds in our quarrels
Your words against mine
The jurors' our upper hand's incline,
We gravitate towards the bait
Precaution goes to the big fish's weight!