A kind of people

              
     My home is a room and parlour,
     yet they complain I live a life of favour,
     Garri* and beans is all I have,
     but they say, their riches have I taken halve.

     In bid to make them happy,
     have I given them my most beloved puppy,
     yet they eyed me with contempt,
     saying have still got some of their contents.

     For their sake have I climbed mountains,
     surprisingly, they ask why I haven't sustained any strains,
     with anger,I spoke “ shouldn't you be happy I sustained no injury"
     but they say am beginning to spark in them a storm of fury.

     I go out early everyday,
     even before the sun's first observable ray,
     just to gather my daily bread,
     in order to get my stomach fed.

     Now, when I am out there very early,
     they are there,still lying on their belly.
     Telling them that,early bird catches the nicest worm,
     they say because of weather,they just have to keep their body warm.

     I tell them always, that though my home is a room and parlour,
     and it seems I live a life of favour,
     is because I life a life of content,
     and also that of pure intent.

     My father who art in heaven,
     who promised me at the end, a safe haven,
     never to place me in their hands,
     lest they  stab me quite hard.

*garri is a kind of food made by grinding raw cassava into dry granulated flour)