You Can'T Buy Me Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

You can't buy my conscience
it worth more than a million
you can't buy my emotions
It is for my people.
I am for my people
Not for bribery and corruption
Which had feasted deep into the system.
I do not crave for foolish riches
Rather i work towards the success
Of my people who are dying silently in pain.


You can't buy me
And what i am made of
Through your sugar coated tongue.
I represent the image of the new birth
A new nation where honor and dignity abide
Where selfishness never exist
Rather love dwells day in day out.

i love to be remembered for good
Not for bad and ugly events
Where my children will not walk around freely
But as they go, they see the
Ugly fingers pointing at them for
Evils caused by their father
And wagging mouths accusing them wrongly.
So there fore, you can't buy me.