Poem: The Pledge
The Pledge
As I climb above puberty
I pledge to tall dad’s level
Our Lord of mercenaries
The hearts he owns
Their obsequiousness
Must I abnegate those privileges?
I won’t silly stomach such a story
Dad’s take-home is overweight
No utility bill sleeps under his roof
He dispenses fuel like fetching water
And who pays for these ‘pleasures’?
The people he serves to serve him
So, must I abnegate those privileges?
I won’t silly stomach such a story
His antidotes for the constituent birds;
few notes, bag of rice, and party shirts.
And they’ll forget the abyss of his abysmal term
This is the kind of seed I need to water
But I have not seen imbecile birds like these
They’ve sent him to the August house again
If you clap for my dad, will you die?
Poem by yours only,
✍️ Abdul Rahman Odoi
@Big Odoi_Poems
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