To Dan Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I am on the road to the village,
Take good care of mother
We may see again or we may not
all depend on our doom in our craving eyes
As I watch the express so I watch your face
Don't be mad at me but be mad at yourself;
For I tried to see you as a brother but you poured
On me a stained water from your heart.
We may see again or we may not
But all depend on our days of doom
We shall all reap just what we sow.