POEM TITLE - To Duck A Coin

I realized I was killed by My initial potential
How comes I don't dislike the forces destroyin' My fortress
But when I think of freedom I'm being beleaguered by fear
I began erasin' the efforts gained from self appraisal

Me was strong and My words like vinegar's taste
I rolled out distress that skirts towards My face

When I was rolled and tossed I brought out scorn and lucre
Behold, Fracas crept in the foyer I was jammin'
In the eyes of heaven I was best at screamin', Screamin' at the demise of My swift advances
I'm sorry My tongue is leery and produces delphic utterances

Resentment came when I remembered Caeser
He I left for the company of Alvan knowin' that He is the cousin of Sir Macculay

Violence became slavery as Me became liberal
I'll be obliged to blancmange as You resent My blank verse - Mr Okonji.
© Mr Okonji