To thee who created the world <br />With no hidden magic except word. <br />. <br />To thee who created the earth <br />To thee who makes the foliage fret. <br />. <br />On the faces of kindred and acquaintances <br />I have recieve rejection and acceptances. <br />. <br />As day chameleons into night rapidly <br />So friend turns enemy. <br />. <br />As I write my poems so homily <br />As we make friend, so we make enemy. <br />. <br />But either of us started the game <br />I never wished a soul to shame. <br />. <br />With all virtues and moral I spent my life <br />Little laughter, tedious tears all in my strive. <br />. <br />I loved it, I regretted it <br />But I never pray'd a soul to forfeit. <br />. <br />The truth I say even when a fool should say <br />Yet I render help when peril plies thier way. <br />. <br />Heaven bears me witness in my labour <br />If I had intensionally hurt my neighbour. <br />. <br />If their be a day I think a soul to die <br />May I die myself with my lyre. <br />. <br />But if with my clemency and honesty <br />You afford me back with treachery. <br />. <br />Like Judas, the traitor <br />Shall you perish with your impostor. <br />. <br />As I lay and suffer in anguish <br />They wait to attack in ambush. <br />. <br />So many calamities prepared for my table <br />Abject poverty, the smallest becomes <br />unaffordable. <br />. <br />Dejected destitution, I live my life so lack <br />I got no robe to veil my back. <br />. <br />In the ocean of penury I'm drown'd <br />On my head hardship crown'd. <br />. <br />So many great things prefer'd <br />I am poor but I never pilfer'd. <br />. <br />I will never take what belongs to thine <br />Or hide under my palm as though it were mine. <br />. <br />I would take to die in poverty <br />Than to have the curse of disloyalty. <br />. <br />In my pure penurious poverty <br />And in my mild merited moralty. <br />. <br />I think no wrong of you <br />But to me you some treacheries do. <br />. <br />Heaven sees your deeds not splendid <br />There is a curse for being squalid. <br />. <br />Like Judas, the traitor <br />Shall you perish with your impostor.<br /><br />Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/couplets-on-a-silent-night/
