I Am Proud Of You Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I am proud of you
Who says his wife belongs to no party
But belongs to the kitchen and other rooms
Remember, the masses are not fools to be fooled.
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I am proud of you
Who brought change to chain us
I am fond of your war against corruption;
Of the superfined gloss we were decieved.
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I am proud of you
Who looked at me and made me cry
Thousand glories await your bravity
When I regain my posture and fire back.
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I am proud of you
Who sees his father as a child then
His mother as a daughter to be insulted,
Tomorrow will have no peace with you.
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I am proud of you
Who beats his wife in the public
She may be weak but not foolish;
Wagging mouth will lead you to early grave.
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I am proud of you
Who curses and abuses like the hen
A duck can't be your good friend
Torment awaits you at dawn before the sun.
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I am proud of you
Who dances at the market square
Remember, madness is not far from you
Once its comes, you have no escape route.
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I am proud of you
Who fights the air randomly with no cause
A chain will soon round your legs when
The dusk emerges with a funny face of hatred.
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I am proud of you
Who embezzled our pride with a toothless
Mouth yet, smile with us under the mango tree
We shall all end in one journey; death.
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I am proud of you
Who reads this and critique to kill
We'll meet at the end of the tunnel
And I will not leave any of your words untouched.
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(c) John Chizoba Vincent 2016
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