By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan
It sound so really big,
Until I saw it too little,
No wonder it is always belittle
By many including pigs.
I shouted louder and louder,
To my wonder he stood,
Still gesturing at rain and thunder,
He has nothing understood.
Kinsmen all talk nothing,
Just rumors ejected into his ears
Much like what he tells his peers,
Shoot first and later do aiming.
Around are a lot of ladies,
The kind that kings have,
So perhaps one on our behalf
In near future or even centuries.
It may be odd not to dump
Him, that’s what people say,
But I feel he’ll have to stay,
To gain power and then pump.
Naih Peter is a poet and Crop Protectionist by profession. Contact him via: email@example.com
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