Orders To a Torrential Rain
Oh! Rain ….
Without discipline like the Vain
To the uplands, not to the low
To the rocks over there -Go !
They interminably hiss,
When you strike them and don’t miss.
Now you ‘re pillaging my heritage
By our forefathers celebrated with vintage :
The costs of their re-roofing not counting,
My thief- frustrating fence not minding
sadly no Joseph the carpenter to charge me a Christian price
For my now disfigured door;
Fat chances of the previous amount paying thrice
To again fix up my ravaged floor.
So, Torrential Rain, aim at that far away tree
And while doing so, feel quite free!!
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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