Life Be Pawn Poem by Folayemi Akande

Life is a pawn in a tavern of men






Brewage and bottles are thrown in despair






Cuz wisdom is costly, from the bottles they learn






From that rosy bed, where humbly besmeare'.







They quaff and chant as livers lay to bed









Their sweet tonics are from womb bottles born





In somnambulist form, dances their head'






Burning the best of light retained by sun.







Deity be their gourds for sorrow may lack









He who chides gall, smears the sweetness of life.



Oh, golden sun, when will you reign the dark.







With this quack crocks, never will your beam thrive.







The crocks are not men who lost their reason.












But men, who to time have pledged treason.