Ode Of The Royal Trample Poem by casmire Odinakachi Emeribe

Heir inherit from ancestral royal family
Can never be made by queue ups
To deprecate the crown prince
Market and houses incinerated; for what?
A self styled appraised beaut
Of prescriptive respect
Crown is no more matter of excellence
Money and dignity rules whatever beneath the helio
Title and name of ascending to the throne
Has been most amiable battle royal
I have sacrifice my first son for
What I have starry-eyes on
But all I see is an owl in the sunlight
I would give my eye teeth for that crown
My clan clove into group aside
And I stampede my gnomic henchmen
To swear by the deity of unify pond waters
Not to part from me
Perhaps I was a toddler and piggyback
When the bride price of my mother was forfeit
Surrogate sons, have no thought on this, let alone I
Elders on a foregone conclusion
Foresaw I take an ell
Then I slap and bully my elders
For the couldn't let our mores moribund
My wish, was to be a control freak
But who I was, is my cradle
Am left with a niggle doubt
That kings are not made
Rather they are born
King ship remain patrimonial
Nature has shift my ways
Of following social niceties
I wasn't conscience stricken,
For the wrong deeds
I impound the effigy to be my title deed
With the connivance of my henchmen
Libate surreptitious to the gods
To pay off old scores
These blimey my ancestors
They ill-fate I and my henchmen
With a stertorous illness and eerie remedy
That is to hear the cry of a breech birth baby
To sate the vendetta I mastermind