Dont Call Him a Terrorist
You don’t call him Terrorist’
Who can’t dislocate a wrist:
Whose speeches do the plain harm
While he might not waste a farm.
His palms like ancestors bares,
Ancient styles promotes like wares;
He’d forgotten worldly cares,
Save open taunts of false heirs…
Less Terrorist Humorist
To whom East West is West East
And A K 47
Kills just 47…
He is no more terrorist
As the clothed is Nudist:
In speeches sues not for peace
And cares not when faces crease
Fears food cooked by his niece
And wife first asks to taste hers
In case Eater ends in hearse…
Strange ways of prizing his fame:
Free to Holy wedlock shame:
The marching to marriage lame;
Juliet’s love for Romeo tame.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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