I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND

My ways have cease to be the same,
                         Like the proud warlord whose.  
                              King cannot tame.
My heart refuses to beat,
                          As the idu tree cut without the Permission of Osa through his priest.
              Our memories I recall,now come in bits.
Fading like the smell of the okro soup to a dying
                                                                Man.
A future with you I fear is uncertain
                  Like a door; naked without a curtain.
    Forgive me if I acted either,
                     Unreasonably or unruly.
           We will be friends forever, these thoughts
                             Sounding inaudibly.
               'An eye they say is for an eye'
         But What use is a bird without an eye? 
'T' ba n su n kun, a ma rirun'
I thank you for being 'who you are' this long run.

       

Godwin Henry Osaigbovo [Pa Shakespeare]