The Plea Poem by Elorm Dogbo

THE PLEA
Assist me to resist
All evils that exist.
Drown me into contemplation
To take the paths chosen
By the olden prophets
When my eyelids are glued in prayers.
Living in thugs
Leaves me in drugs.

In this season of hardship
Would evil be my reason for pleasure?
Means of finding money
Quickly with ease
Leaves in a jiffy as it arrives.

I find it very heavy
Because I am weak
In turning an old leaf to new
And turn Saul to Paul.

But the end awaits me
To see if,
tomorrow’s change
Would do me better.