Dagger In the Heart

DAGGER IN THE HEARTH Each time I try to say, “The country isn’t good” Even as a secondary school pupil I can’t remember the last I obeyed the iota rule Even dough I know my parents builds castles in the air Yet I can’t redirect the wrong footsteps And I have the got to say, “The country isn’t conducive” Even as a medical practitioner- That has taken an obligatory oath Yet, when the language of money advance I can prescribe the most unsafe drugs I engross in the diciest abortion Yet has the impetus to say, “The head of my nation is incompetent”. Even as a legal practitioner I am part of the judiciary I am part of the legislature I am a the core executive But, the epitome culprit Yet, rush head long to utter, “When shall things be cute”. As a commercial executioner I am submerged in fraud I am a competent illegal Seemingly things are likened to my name But, in spite of the legislative injunctions I am always the hall mark of every bad egg. But I still complain. Even when I complain as a minority tutor I can’t be prompted in my responsibility Yet, complains of the recompense for the cute But, the certainty remains If I don’t redirect my erroneous footsteps What is to be done, still remains stagnant!