The Palindrome Of A Talking Drum Poem by Olusegun Sotade

Indifferent sighting beholds the talking drum when its rear turned forward.
Fruitless is a war to kill wise lame if announced in foreword.
Unchangeable change is the magnificence of Jehovah.
The lyrics that grace the lips of a talking drum as stick rolls-over.

Only with the inner ear could you hear
the rare wisdom inherent in talking drum ware
through its bare fare to bear
the rhythm stirred in flair of a talking stick sneer.
Truth is spared in the face of fear.
Spear it is to pierce through the care
in which falsehood lair is a dear on the surface of skin-smear
by dunting with talking stick in great dare to besmirch scare.

Not in soft countenance will the truth be told.
Palindrome should the to and fro unfold.
Spade is called a spade when it is void of code.
Lady's company is needed you meant by saying ‘I'm feeling cold'.

Always be known for the truth like talking drum.
Avoid the seduction of coded tunes syndrome.
Truth is the engine oil of prestigious wisdom
and it is the freedom of the everlasting kingdom.

Only what is done in truth has the power to stand.
Twenty years of false race is outstripped by true race in broadband.
Every man's worth is the weight of his word.
Sharper is the truth than two-edged sword.