Let ye know God is good
For He gives me food
Even if I fetch homes-of-wood
I still stand out in my hood

Please don’t get rude
When you correct ye dude
You need not to stand on a stood
To define ye mood

Oh! Palm wine tapper
You sing best like a rapper
Yet, you earn no dollar
Just a mere tree warmer

I sight thee the clouds
Swimming along with proud
As ye passes the sun
Without melting before dawn

YOU MISSED THIS?  POEM: Glimpse of hope

Run run run ye birds
Fly not high ye snakes
For the jungle may shake
Whilst the sands trek

Author Kelly Juuz is a writer at The Pace News

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