PRIDE

a poem by Oredola Olamilekan Ibrahim, Nigeria

PRIDE
Many heroes had really fall
From the tower of power tall
Because their waking wing has hung
Has reach high to the blazing sun
And the wax coated wing has melt 5
Dropping them to eternal destruction
I am the pride;
The first of the seven deadly sins
Brought by Lucifer, the lord of melt
To the great doctor of divinity 10
I am the peacock

That thrust out my plumage large
With my long fan like tail cycling
The venom of the mamba snake
That destroys every hosting soul 15
I’m the pride, that pride
That paves the path to destruction

Pride! Pride! Pride!
The forerunner of destruction
Pride goes before the fall 20
Pride is that man, that is nothing
And want to feel akin something
Pride, the forerunner of destruction
Oh! What a pride, that pride
That paves the path to destruction 25

It is three things, three things
That can make a soul be proud
The pride of money, pride of wealth
The pride of post, pride of power
The pride of wisdom, pride of knowledge 30
If wealth God endows you
And the pride you don yourself
You shall fall due to the pride, thru that
Money you claim you have
If the power in fit you have 35
And the pride you don yourself
You shall fall due to the pride, thru that
Post you seem you have
If the knowledge God abode you
And the pride you don yourself 40
You shall fall due to the pride, thru that
Wisdom fictitiously possess
It’s that pride that pride
That paves the path to destruction

Goliath is great, great and giant 45
But falls to the sheep boy’s stone
Cause he had don the pride like a cloth
Oh! Pride, the invisible retardator
That made to fall from grace to grass
It is that pride that made silent 50
The progressive drum
Oh! That pride is the act
That paves the path to destruction

What makes a student to feel
So high, so high a front the head 55
What makes a slave
To but underrate his master’s words
What makes a man
To under estimate his elders
What makes the log 60
To walk gently the tiger’s face
It’s that pride that pride
That paves the path to destruction

It at all the pride flows in your vein
That incurable diseases deadly 65
A sin so deadly that leads to hell
If at all the pride flows in your blood
Then pray the fate decider
God of divination, the remoulder
Pray Ajala the fate potter 70
To cure the disease from thy living soul
To be free from the unseen syndrom
‘Cause; it’s that pride, that pride
That paves the path to destruction

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