The poor masses spluttered around,
Like vines without a support.
They surveyed the fallen iroko,
As a poor lonely child would survey a dead parent.
This iroko it was,
Who was bold enough to nib the festering sore of the mighty.
As a hen will feed her chicks,
He offered them hope and respite.
Because of him they were able,
To drink from the pool of relief.
But while they reviled in bliss,
The mighty plotted as always,
And cut the iroko in his prime.
Oh! How Nigerians will always remember the days of SAS


By Chimeremeze David
for www.romkingz.net

SAS! I always envied my brother while he used so I thought it would work with my BlackBerry too....

amparas:
The poor masses spluttered around,
Like vines without a support.
They surveyed the fallen iroko,
As a poor lonely child would survey a dead parent.
This iroko it was,
Who was bold enough to nib the festering sore of the mighty.
As a hen will feed her chicks,
He offered them hope and respite.
Because of him they were able,
To drink from the pool of relief.
But while they reviled in bliss,
The mighty plotted as always,
And cut the iroko in his prime.
Oh! How Nigerians will always remember the days of SAS


By Chimeremeze David
for www.romkingz.net

Bro...created a poetry group on whatsapp..would love to have u on it...08065544203