Herculean Seasons Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

The herculean task seldom to anguish,
pandemonium poor and wealthy impoverish,
my daily life and i work to starve
that i may walk on the land of strive.

It is ephemeral to manking
not eternal to the call of kindness.
immortalising being amidst anxiety
and disastrous to fortunate calamity.

Thou I face the war of Trojan,
admit me not to trepidate bojan
or attempt to unveil my Achilles heel
with constant incentive climbing of mountain and hills.

My tears blend and shed
in the land of living things.
invulnerable calling to seize
my soul tight to a decease.

Never disclose your Achilles heel
to mankind, they will ambush
you unexpectedly and pin
you to the faithful bush.