Journalist On His Source - Poem by Abdulhafeez Oyewole
Loyalty is the parlance journalist undergoes
Brevity is the wit of his confessors
Giant standing on the truth is his call
Brilliant role is the course he is groomed to play
He is not permitted to jail, at any cost
Even, of his life and property.
Engineer of his pen are people
Without them, he has no ink
Though, he is tutored to the course
But at many cost, they are is top
They are the embryo for his tummy
Without them, he cannot deliver
They are the meaning to his cheery and provocative beats.
For the truth, sounds of his lips
For the truth, shakes of his hands
And for the truth, moves of his body
Lies the embodiments he dares not play with.
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