Ruthless

I called you my Ruth, but you refused Ruth to Root Your name is like a silver spoon, but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal You are Ruthless from birth You have no Root called Ruth. I prefer to stand strong on the ground, but you've sent a strong wind to uproot me Forcing me to change my name from Ruth to Root But you've never allowed your friend to change his name from Ghost to Spirit Thereby eating the Corn from Maize. I'm a humble bee, But do not allow me Be For the Charity is now Vanity Taking the van to eternity Refusing to kiss the Jesus Cross but received a certificate of kissing your man's cross. I have traveled to Cross River, thereby crossing the river with cross Visiting Ruth in the Rootless state, Causing the head to bow like a respected axe. Dear Ruthless, allow me to visit you at University of Calabar Where i will gain admission to study calabash in the University Traveling from Owerri to Taliban To uproot the repented Bokoharam whose name are not Ruth but Rootless in nature...