A Man's Ego
I heard It could be die
So fan it, we must!
He lives by the sword,
Yet afraid of its wrath.
To him you must bow
The hour is now
He loves to be adored
And hates to be scorned
I heard you survived
And your lips were tied
He calls the shots
Just drop your guts
Bow you must!
Till dust to
Copyright © Chioma Onyekaba | Year Posted 2021
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