Treasure Island

Babatunde Aremu


Obey Instruction


My little children,
The word of the wise
Sticks like magnet
Whoever obeys instruction
Is a prince in royal apparel
The one that disobeys
Is like a prince in slavery
A disobedient child
Will watch his masquerade
Dance naked at the market square
He will be like a monkey
That climbs tree beyond its branches
Obey good instruction, Children
Obedience is key to your future
It is like the incandescent light in the dark

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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This is a moral lesson I passed to my children to be good citizens. I decided to write it for other wards to benefit

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