Standout for those who want a stand
Spread their wings so they fly.
Provide for those who don’t have the food to eat
So they don’t starve to death
Quench the taste of the tasty
Let them be tired of drinking
Titans of supremacy and wittiness
Hide the weaponry and slay no fruitful vision
Heal all ailments and shield the weak with strong helmets
Beware daughters of Titans; the wolfish-grin
It grins and matters before and only to cradle
After then, you are a deadwood.
By Onyeche Vincent onyeka