Fate Full of Fetish
Living being, tell me,
What do you do? When fate comes,
With tail in the air; head foreword,
Then picks your neighbor
The classmate; workmate
Up to heights they go.
And now, left low; but capable
You do not qualify to go
Because fate full of fetish
Has made its choice;
What do you do?
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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