Come! <br />Come listen to me. <br />I am the preacher boy. <br />Let me tell you your doom... <br /> <br />Now you parade the savannah <br />and the tropics too. <br />You move freely and feed on others <br />you scare both the harmful and the harmless. <br />Your voice is thunder <br />and they carry so much power. <br /> <br />Let me start with the word of Heraclitus... <br />Life is in a state of contineous flux <br />Let me tell you your doom. <br />One day, you will go out <br />and we will expect your return. <br />You will speak and will not be heard <br />cos power would have betrayed you. <br /> <br />You will wish, <br />and they never ride <br />cos by then power would have changed camp. <br /> <br />And this shall be your doom<br /><br />Adeola Babalola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-preacher-boy/
