WOE UNTO UNIBEN

Woe unto UNIBEN 

Let thy name rot in history's den

For you glory in the greatness of thy gates

And pride in the many preys lured by thy bait

You are no better than a whitened sepulcher 

For whilst your leaves blow

And your flowers glow, 

Your rotten roots do not show. 

Your strength is old

And your wisdom, sprayed gold. 

Your knowledge is imagery, 

And your sages — dead history

How long shall the people see good in thee? 

When shall they be exposed to thy hypocrisy? 

For thy name spells falsehood 

And thy fame is but souring food. 

Woe to thee; changer of destinies

For what business has human lives with fishes? 

You are a killer of dreams;

Murderer of aspirations! 

Woe to them that teach in thy name

For their knowledge is as fallible as thy fame. 

They delight in the death of good seeds 

And joy at the sight of treacherous bids. 

Woe unto UNIBEN

Let thy name rot in history's den. 

Thou art but an ancient diadem. 

Change thy ways, or face thy sour end! 

© 2015 CHIDUBEM N.J