Save My Blood Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Save my blood
You might need it tomorrow
When the rivers
All dry to its bank

Save my blood
You might need it tomorrow
If you have no foes
Then you haven't have a friend

Save my blood
You might need it tomorrow
Who cares to understand
Pride is a human ruins
Cloak in disguise of its kind

Save my blood
You might need it tomorrow
Vanity is hidden in the time
My son
Even in the honey there are bitters

Save my blood
You might need it tomorrow
Seattle the sword
If we must die, die a worth kind