Rumour Bowl Poem by Abdallah Mpogole

Is there a place they 've been giving you the wage,
You look so kind if not that mouth mileage,
Dig from holes and even of the cage,
However none of customers ever award you a badge.

Think and get out of dead news,
You cut people throats and never realize,
Is that a sacrifice for them to familiarize,
You buy the truth and multiply lies.

During childhood we thought it's a parroting,
Now at age ''rumour bowl'' Accelerating,
Where to press so you finalizing.
If that a Bless why it's marginalizing.

Is that a profesion our Lord recognize,
I call it a Self-Edu you organize,
The self Rumour Mill you want socialize,
Let naturaly dead before it yet to stigmatize.