Lord High Executioneer
You think that security belongs to you
Because you have done all you need to do
You think that wisdom belongs to a few
Because the rest of us are fools
You think that the solution to your problem
Lies in a bomb or bullet
But can the stomach act alone without the directions of the gullet?
You think that I am your enemy
Because I criticise you
But it is not about you
It is the things that you do
One day the shepherd will not tend to his sheep
Because he will be fast asleep
One day the soldier will not know how to fight
Because he underestimated his enemies' might
One day your bombs will fail to explode
Even though you try to reload
And my words today may sound like a mad man ranting
But tomorrow you will be the one running and panting
Lord High Executioner who determine the fate of men
With the pronouncement that he makes with the stroke of his pen
But has no power over his own fate
For you have sowed venom in the hearts of men
And pretend that you did not orchestrate
Their end
Copyright © Olusegun Akanbi | Year Posted 2012
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