NAUGHTY FOLKS

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!