Vicegerents of Change.. Babangida B. Shira

 

Change
Has not legs, let hands--
To hallows us into His.
Not only:presidents, or
Chieftains' folks have the
Sublime vantage to cover
The wounds.The sun,  light
Not my hut, beside huge..
Yours lights too. Oh, you!
The vicegerents of change.
Let sit the evil mind of life's
Foibles; let  give a poetic
Judgement. Oh! You hail,
The implication shuffling
On our new generations:
Where a parents' hand is
The prime corrector, in hue.
A storm of war,  spin,when
Others' hands moan on
One's child for therapeutical
Behavior.

Is a brain given to only person?
Let to focus on single person.
Change,  not an awry-but clued.
Let rinse the dappled minds.
 
©®Babangida B. Shira