A letter to my godfather

Written by: Mathias Yakubu

I return my ungratefulness
for all your help and tenderness
that dwarf my potentials from incipient
and i here boast my lament

for you are the pilot of my lameness
a gift and a hope of darkness
the weather is now inclement
for my tall horns of incompetent

for all my walls are build with weakness
i should have known the gladness
of hard work, spend and be spent
but i trust in fig men for a tent

this is your legacy of unfruitfulness
for me to succeed after your likeness
but i reject you today and resillent
because in real world your name has no 
reverent