The Poison Was Sown Poem by Haruna Garba

When cheetahs turned feline menace
King Tiger made a sacrifice
And sent a little team abroad
It wasn't a sacrifice anyway
But a little camouflaging guile

Clipping low their moustaches
Tanning their dark shades
Rolling stripes in to spots
Losing their weights
Arriving in elaborate disguise
Adopting cheetah values and norms
Here were cheetahs of ethics, of class
Calling on the ambitious cubs
And cubs being suckers to class
Soon turned adherents of con
Cheetah now cheetah's prey
The poison was sown
And sown in such a way
None could see the conspiracy involved
Sweet killings on outspoken breed

Cheetah now Cheetah's prey
With a few tigers knocked off
Simply to confuse the situation
Let all see how co-existence should be
Let the rain calling birds see
The true colour of rain
For the rain does fall on the whole town
Careless of age, careless of class
The rain hits with its devastating wind