On my scrolls I’ll pen my bitterness towards mankind
Until respect and tolerance is shown to womankind
Ne’er will my feather wither, ne’er will my ink cease
Until that cruel man stops being a dictator
And to her, he’s actions are no longer a fear factor
Until he respects those beautiful creations of his creator
Then will my feather wither, then will my ink cease
Until her face radiates once more like the twinkling stars
And I take a closer look and find no trace of scars
Until those radiant smiles of her be no longer scarce
Then will my feather wither, then will my ink cease
Until cruelty and suchlike cease being a man’s vices
And his tender love and unconditional care for her suffices
And she be like a young hart upon the mountain of spices
Only then will my feather wither and then my ink cease.
*This poem’s written in reaction to BEGGAR WITHOUT CHOICE by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson…
Written by: Emerald Friday Samuel
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
