Gbeborun,
The curved firewood that scatters the fire
A satellite that notices all; a parrot that says all
Your mischief has crowned you a chief liar
You, a friend to none and a foe to all
Causing the thief to strike upon assurance of no wire
Yet, you put the farmer on notice - exposing all about all
Amebo,
I heard your residence is situate in the North
But like chips you plant your ears all over the South
And no happenstance escapes your channel, that comes from the East
The King in the North, a virus to the king in the West
The four cardinal points are laced in your Palm
Awh! Falsehood is spread from your door like the harmattan fire
Even if it were the truth, who did you help?
Gbeborun,
You are a rare gem but to this you are ignorant
Isn't it unique, your ability to gather information?
Even a 4G network would only try
You, a quick listener, a swift reporter
But your lack is discernment!
Not knowing what not to say and saying what shouldn't be said
And the embellishments you added are the cause of the curse.
Amebo,
Some things are better kept mute - Discern!
Desist from your act, no honour lies for the rumor monger
Embrace your gifting for a positive cause
Be a conciliator and not a terminator
Take a step towards peace
Enough of the killings!
Ed.3
©Marshar Poetry,
For Peacepace Initiative... towards peace
