Welcome! Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Mounted he a throne bewitched with Gold,
Seaters of peace, with, was he sorrounded.
Honour and peace remain'd his fold,
As he swung around inhabitants with the wave of his enchantments.
Lassie bowed and served his ingenuity,
Flock'd they around him like the chicks.
Seated on his laps, were three beauties,
To and fro they did directed his humble cheeks.
'Dids't i ritual to deserve this honour? '
No, we'll serve thee, three slaves did whipped his thoughts.
'Get thee down here, and let us be gone! '.
He perceived a bang on his cracked door.
Little did he know, a king he was, in his dream.
Let open his eyes, a slave he's still indeed.
C.2017