Jonathan Saul

from the pastoral field,

Where shepherds and flock-men wheel

From the state of fragmented clans

where the ‘’ozo’’ and the ‘’ofo’’ staff is in rule

did this scholar of wild livestock idiosyncrasies ‘’Genesis.’’

While in rigorous duty and assiduous strife,

his visual globe got lost of a ‘’PUSSY CAT’’,

in a state of DEUR ME KAAR; a moment of conflicting elenchus,

he went on a searching spree, ‘’an animal ultimate find’’

For HIS ‘’LOST SHEEP’’.

he thought it expert, to handle his geographic servant,

Both on a frantic search for a strayed monster.

Behold! They both thought of a nomenclature deceit,

Alas! They stumbled on a signification in sophistry,

    ‘’A GOODLUCK TO THE PEOPLE’S CYNICAL THOUGHTS.’’

Fain they went, ostentatious that a feat they’ve made,

In hurry and optimistic will, they believed the people will ‘’GRI.’’

they met on their expedition, MEN and WOMEN, YOUTH and TEENAGERS,

LOVERS AND CELIBATES, SPINSTERS AND BACHELORS,

All in alacrity of ignorance sailed sway into his Christianized baptism,

Only philosopher Protestants and talkative thinkers found faulty his being.

An animal search then led to a republic coronation,

Now, a place of duty now rank shifted from morpheme to sentence,

Where dogmatic clauses are dispensed; and transformational morphemes

Beget,

he often speaks ‘’al izz wel’’; yet, the nuclear philistines

Explore with annexing devices the black ‘’ISRAELITES.’’

The JONATHAN SAUL,

Though confirmed by the sacred seer to be

The captain of a legion of flesh ants,

That was in the fertile scroll; the best book,

But you, jonathan SAUL in this century time,

Ye got a prophetic backup from synchronized godfathers,

Ye snail to reign from those gardens of odoriferous dungs,

pleading with pity because you lost your Shepherd Staff in the search,

When finally you got certified by a popular voice,

Though unthinking they were at that greedy time,

you became abruptly fat with official farts,

That the humility in bowing becomes a thing of difficulty.

     infidel philistines now bark at your back,

    Forgetful you CAN BE,

    That now, you CANT DISTINGUISH a mew from a ROAR,

    That they with their pagan gods now reign in various crowns,

    Causing an Israelite massacre in the camp of the ammonites and philistines.

Girdle your imperial loin and grip your legislative ofo,

Watch your forgotten back and measure your moving pace,

Lest you make flops they crime ultra vires,

And you usurp war gifts that ought to go slay

In JIHAD,

 So that the resignation of the people wont prey you,

And in thy office, a tiny teen wont become the ambitious Absalom.

Watch your back,

Your back is your past,

Censor your façade,

For it’s your future brought to life

By the works of your hand,

For if you fall,

Your back and your front

Shall

Cry and laugh; wail and wait,

Envisaging to legislate from your fall,

And in the tale of nostalgic tale,

A moonlight ballad told not in prosaic style,

Yours will be satirized to posterity,

And a tone of sarcasm be told of a hubris

Who prided deaf ears to this ADMONISHING PIECE,

The art of a poet’s portfolio.


                                                                                           - Babajide Michael Oluwasegun