My Master

My master send his greetings to you all,
My master wish to love all but none wish
To love him in return so his tale is fatal.

My master is a drunkard like the drunks,
No wonder his lover and mistress left him
Now he is learning to love again and again.

My master outlined a path in his dream,
The path now becomes a nightmare in disguise
Now he need grasses to fill in the evil path.

My Master is the sun that shines at homes
But he has no sun in his humble home,
Many children mock him day and night.

If I tell you gently, gently of my master
Maybe you will become his master because
Ignorance lives in his housed brain to kill him.

My master never smile while on duty,
He wants to die cultivating Cassava and Yam
But during harvest, he makes nothing out of the farm.

My Master eats with his five fingers in his mouth,
Very greedy and cunnny he is but he is not
As smart as his servants who cheat him always.

My Master makes a million promises under trees
But in time of fulfilment his chameleon
Changes colour and he fail his promises.

My Master lives in heavens among the Angel
But the pains of the earth hunt and haunt him
His heart dies outside the heaven haven.

My Master made the car he parked at home,
He doesn't know how to drive the car he made,
What a life tragedies to a most beloved Master.

From: 
Nigeria




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ABOUT THE POET ~
John Chizoba Vincent hail from Nkporo in Ohafia local Government Area of Abia state. He is poet, novelist, and film Director.


Last updated May 25, 2016