The Evil That Man Do Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

The evil that man do
he says it's of another man;
and will fling the fault at you
gainful though, the ill-game he ran
As when days favoured him.

he was a dog, he never eat,
his own feces but rather bury
Guns in hand, wings in his feet
to fly on dark winds along gallery
He has lived to kill and killed to live.

Only a fool fights for his country,
A King keeping late nights parade*
for a curse never settles in a tree
and giant under a cloth of masquerade,
Forgets the one who sees through mask.

The hurt in leopard's legs,
Has brought upon him hunger.
now he plead a million begs
a little swears, a hundred prayer
and say- please, this is my first time! .