Gratitude Poem by Adidu Adebowale Emmanuel

Very early i rose every day making sure i complete the welfare of my chicken, Ho! poor chicken hands have you but cannot work for a daily bread so if i dont care for you how wound you survive the day? I have hands and legs so i worked for my daily bread.my chicken i gave you food when hungry, water, when thirsty, and drugs when sick, i even warm you up in cold weather, having done all these you decided to show gratitude and see me as your lord ho! poor chicken you need not worry i said. One early morning i went to my chicken with a bowl of food it accepted me with glandness then i noded and said the throat a channel to destruction. if my chicken is being threatening by the hawk it run's toward me for refuge anyway i said a closer friend has ever be the best enemy so if turning to be your judas i never mind for all i care is to reap my laboure.
one faithful morning i asked my chicken is there any gratitude and it nodded yes
while i was with my knife to reap my long time laboure
and the chicken crock!
all the care you gave are for your throat and not mine, and it sign no gratitude with human race and non should be given to him.