In deep worries I lay
Even after timely making the hay
You have claimed to determine my honour
And if you fail, I bear the horror

If I make a big effort you crawl
Then you ignore if average
But when I fail you run
Why are you so jealous?

I sweat, awake midnights, for your good
But for slight error you plot my doom
Why GP?

The unwise regard you as pigeon pea
But I shall revere you, as a slave would Caesar
That I may avert your anger

Written by: Amatanweze Tochukwu Offorbuike
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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