Charm a Child Part One

When all he sees is your smile during campaigns, only to get sighs whenever he cries and complains; the time you would know you are niether wise nor witty is when that innocent kid is immersed in insincerity. You ask for votes with your ever vibrant voice, only to leave a cheerful child with no better choice than to sleep nude on the nails of nature at night, lo, you feed a fair flower with the force to fight. When the parliament has parrots as the main players and lies lurks in the lips of Lords, leaders and lawyers, yet, the one who yearns and yawn is a youth, lo, you are taming a tender tongue to twist the truth. If the hallowed hut is filled with hurts and hates, family and friends will but have flagrant fates; bend a budding bloom with the brooms of bitterness, you groom not a garden but the grave of greatness. Part 1 Copyright 2012. Adeleke Adeite.