Betrayal Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

What eat the vegetable lives with it,
So goes an adage of old.
What killed the dog was a mate
He would never let go on runways.
As much as a bone delights Jack,
So it is to Jill, James and John
You may be my pavilion, a crest
On which I stand, you may be a guard
With trailer loads of keys in phases
A gate, a pass to the armoury of sweets
You might be the innocent Judah,
As the piranha does to its aborigines.
Why offer me pebbles and take away rocks?
Quenching my pride in many demeaning ways
Even as it stand, as much as it mean
That our bond was stronger than blood
My only deserved kin, my blood-line