Even after timely making the hay
You have claimed to determine my honour
And if you fail, I bear the horror
If I make a big effort you crawl
Then you ignore if average
But when I fail you run
Why are you so jealous?
I sweat, awake midnights, for your good
But for slight error you plot my doom
The unwise regard you as pigeon pea
But I shall revere you, as a slave would Caesar
That I may avert your anger
Written by: Amatanweze Tochukwu Offorbuike
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.