Like Mama's Eye Poem by DICKSON MSETI

Integrity is like My Mama's eye,
My Mama's eye could see a sneaky eye, when I felt the feeling, I couldn't stand her eye. Even when she was busy, the clouds cold cry. When I seat to remember, it was up to the sky, I loved and lived for my Mama's eye.
Today I work for myself to see,
I fold my hand for the integrity in me,
Without the integrity, what could I be?
If the moral of work is to cross the sea, the I could stand for myself to be.
Because I'm for integrity like my mama's eye.