Where He Belongs - Poem by Ibrahim Oba
The way he marches the soil
His response to parents advise
His effort in becoming so fame
He tried enough
At tender age he claim to be a politician
Though his parents had work hard to make him
Trained in vocation
All he wanted is to live this life.
He believes in fame in ways of the thugs
On a champaign rally
He stabled a friend to death
In the cause of site.
Devil and evil stood by him
And he stood by the corpse
Now, he's in where he belongs.
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