Come let me tell you your doom... <br />Now that you parade <br />The savannah and high forests, <br />Moving freely and feeding on others <br />Both the weak and the strong you scared <br />Under your thunderous voice, <br />They bow with their flags <br />You carry so much power that even the silence obeys. <br /> <br />Hmm... Heraclitus. <br />'Life is in a state of continuous flux' <br /> <br />Let me tell you your doom. <br />One day, <br />You will go out never to return, <br />You will speak and not be heard. <br />Power will betray you by shifting its camp <br />You will wish and beggers will not ride <br /> <br />This will be your doom, <br />In your six feet mansion <br />Or in a ceramic jar on the shelve.<br /><br />Babalola Augustine Adeola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preacher-boy/
