I Am Proud of You

I AM PROUD OF YOU I am proud of you Who says his wife belongs to no party But belongs to the kitchen and other rooms Remember, the masses are not fools to be fooled. . . I am proud of you Who brought change to chain us I am fond of your war against corruption; Of the superfined gloss we were decieved. . . I am proud of you Who looked at me and made me cry Thousand glories await your bravity When I regain my posture and fire back. . . I am proud of you Who sees his father as a child then His mother as a daughter to be insulted, Tomorrow will have no peace with you. . . I am proud of you Who beats his wife in the public She may be weak but not foolish; Wagging mouth will lead you to early grave. . . I am proud of you Who curses and abuses like the hen A duck can't be your good friend Torment awaits you at dawn before the sun. . . I am proud of you Who dances at the market square Remember, madness is not far from you Once its comes, you have no escape route. . . I am proud of you Who fights the air randomly with no cause A chain will soon round your legs when The dusk emerges with a funny face of hatred. . . I am proud of you Who embezzled our pride with a toothless Mouth yet, smile with us under the mango tree We shall all end in one journey; death. . . I am proud of you Who reads this and critique to kill We'll meet at the end of the tunnel And I will not leave any of your words untouched. . . (c) John Chizoba Vincent 2016 From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frastration