Chameleon Poem by momodou jarju

As it Chamels to and fro
Count the stride it takes to whom it conspire
Changes as it feel as coz it have utmost
It senses, think wise
A billion of miles
It foresee flaw need restore
On its mission to steer
And nurture the wrong heads right.

It chamels to sew all and be straight
A novice, it pace is open
Pious and appreciative to the throng
It convenes and clusters all
Stride a trend of good stewardship
To make its revolt on of envying.

It has the helm ship
Over the hands of incomplete
With a brown new defender
Accorded with its environment
Time! Elapse, it just to give way
By resolute, whisper its teeth to trigger
Any feet who hails new tree
Thus, blood would rain in cats and dogs
It chamels good and end it cloy.