Serve Him; Not Him Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

A
I owns him,
By my law he exist.
But his lovely him,
Becomes yours, when my law, he resist.

B
No! , he's mine,
My breath did eloped him.
He's never thine,
'Cos forever he'll tarry in my rim.

A
I mean to him, a thousand.
While with me he excels.
He sees, walks and works without ransome,
But you offer him a breathless parcel.

B
Yea, my world serves him rest.
No work, no walk but a resting work.
He lies peacefully in my nest,
Enjoying decades and millenium with his folks.

A
Indeed he rest,
In epitome of misery.
Laying as a lifeless pest.
Then, how do you make him rest; in suffering?

B
Hey! , watch your tongue.
How dare you say such of me?
I'm death; A throng,
That traps and makes hell real.

A
A peace, an eye, I am.
A giver of fate and time.
I'm life; A lover of prime.
Judge betwixt us, who should be serve?


******Should life; A peace maker?
Or death; A life taker? *****
C.2017