TAKE ME TO COURT - A poem

By Francis Ewanworie

Take me to court

And for my guts you will be made a rot

Like a criminal caught.

I will cast my wrath

And you won’t escape that hut

Because I’m strange in my taunt.

 

Take me to court

Where to maneuver the law, I take delight

Woe to you who feel the plight

It makes me bright and feels just right

I’m not alone

For my misdeed I’m well known

Yet I can’t be disowned

Because my pocket speaks louder than your crow.

 

Take me to court

Where my pocket supersedes all ethics

And judgement made in favor of my tactics

Making my labor a sweetening flavor.

And it works just right

Because no one ever reached this height

If you dare, woe to you for dim will be your light.

 

Take me to court

Where I need not say a word

Yet everything you say turns into a threatening sword

Because it’s my world

And can’t be stopped by those without worth.

 

Take me to court

You will see a god so despicable

And his ways unpredictable

To ruin he is capable

Yet he is unstoppable.

 

Take me to court

When I stand,

All eyes turns to witness in grief

But when my pocket smiles

They will all adapt in relief And my propaganda becomes their belief.

 

Take me to court

Where I shall be declared righteous

My grievous lies becomes the holiest truth

It’s my foundation, it’s my root

Whatever is tilled bears my fruit

So why aching your tooth?.