To the naughty brothers,
Who fail to heed the truth.
All our creative works they loot.
Our beautifully crafted works they
falter.
Why art thou not dig deep into
thy brain?
And pour out ideas like rain.
Craft it crude and raw.
Employ our service to make it
braw
Cease to steal a million asset
It's thy right to write
Kindly pause for a second and
think
'Never bound by law not to ink
Our original master piece you
tweak.
And take glory upon our story.
Justice will one day stand and
speak.
Then, thy shame our glory.
It's real, much more than a
confession.
In writing we find passion, hence
making it our profession.
By the world, we are nothing but
jobless dudes,
'Cos of your kleptomaniac
attitude.
We do what we know.
Give us ball, we may not be able
to dribble.
Because we are neither Messi nor
Ronaldo.
But with pen at hands we shall
scribble.
Why making life for us
unbearable?
Thy act render us penniless.
Series of sleepless night,
Before pages turn a book.
In our kingdom,
Thou art the major disaster.
And thy act, the only devourer.
But with our tool we shall
conquer.
I still remain my humble self, AKERELE ODUNAYO SAMUEL.
Remember, keep being true and keep being good!
Keep it up bro... The sky is your limit....
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