Gideon Idudje Poet Free verse

Young Fathers

Young fathers;
Young men
Left to be fathers
Of their own.

 Answering
To the call of nature,
they crave for some flesh
At an unripe age.

The prize
They cannot pay,
The pain 
They can't keep.
No Level 
But BaBa God
Dey 
Is their slogan.


Probable fathers;
Their journey,
Begins with a 
mind set
Tattooed on their
attitude 
They call hustle.

An in apt fatherhood,
foundations
Of wild polygamy.
And father not always there
To serve them 
a cup of advice
To purge away
Their ignorance

Young fathers;
Na like this
We go dey dey?
An exclamation
From inner pain.

Any how any  how 
E bi
Ogoro must jump
We nay dey carry last
Kpatakpata na draw

Probable fathers;
Make we use am
Take see front.
Getting into the battle
before learning 
the art of war
they chose.

Young fathers;
The street,
Is my colour,
Arrogance
Is my attitude.
smoking
is my ginger 
and drinking 
is my appetite.

Man no die,
Man no rotten
either good 
Or bad,
Man must munch.

O Fathers Of today,
please keep a bullseye
 on tomorrow Leaders
with a binocular
As insight into the future
and map of direction into 
their tomorrow as they
grow old  today
To make of them responsible
Fathers of their 


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