By Ezeani Sunday


Why join a group

That breathes on 

 Devilish vision 

Selfish mission


Why ambush your life

Stifling your strife

Fading the fire of zeal 

That drives the wheel of heart 


Their black and dark ambition 

Cannot prop your future 

Or stabilise your structure 

Of well being and living 


Rather it cuts short 

The span of your life 

Shatters the trophy 

That adds salt to living 


While you leave house for hustle 

Forget not the tales of your home

The tears and cares of mum and dad 

They wish you wisdom not sword. 

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