I'm a four legged servant
On my head are remains
Which dogs delight in drooling,
Lucky, some devoured by fat ants.
They ne'er appreciate my maker,
Only whiling away our priceless precious time
On lecherous
And luxurious vanities.
On their woeful mouths they spits,
Building the nation
A duty we were called to.
Fools, my maker calls them,
They would give my maker salt
Yes! Salt to his wounds
Not for food, a taste to better it.
Blindfolded, my maker and his gullible friends?
I thought once fooled twice shy?
But I recalled he always say
Maybe this one will better the situation,
Oh! Waking up to nag, my brain used again?
When I try to laugh
He'll smack me harder
I ne'er cry because he'll still rub me sweet perfumes
I only cry as soon as trade walks in
Taking me to a filthy lucre forest, wanderers resides.
Voiced by;
Udekwe Chikadibia J. J.
*Jeomen*
Let's ink about our myopic leaders.
®25/2/2017((1:12am))