Riding on the crest of power,
Deaf to “solomonic” injunctions,
The he-goat struts about,
All glorious in its wisdom.
The quintessential of its ilk,
It rides on the euphoria of acceptance
Preening itself like a peacock
Forgetting that…
The dog that will get lost
Will be deaf to the hunter’s whistle.
This ‘goatly’ attitude,
Your doom.
*** Written by Bola Olaopa ***
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