Sonnet Of Proverbs Ii Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Take heed of your father's directions
your mother's, never count as vain;
a garland to your head are instructions
each adorn your neck like golden chain
and when sinners comes and say,
in ambush, lets wait for someone's blood
and harmless soul, let's waylay
that we swallow them alive as flood
join not them, don't give in!
they will say- come, throw your lot,
of which their feet rush into sin
upon their paths set foot not
for their end will come in a while
much quick like a twinkle of an eye.