A palm wine tapper
Goes an extra mile
Climbing; risking it all
For the love and joy.
He understands pain
And makes the most
From cuts flowers
Of a palm tree…
He doesn’t hate
But improves tastes,
By fermenting
Giving sap a life.
Even when trees fall
He understand all
And extract tears
Into kegs of life…
He immortalizes
The names of trees
And kills fear
In souls that taste.
Dear, if you wish
To die for love
Don’t die in arms
Of a rich man…
Yes, he loves you
But soon as you ghost
Activities would,
Make him erase you.
Don’t die in hands
Of a poor man too
His mentality
Would drag you to mud.
But like a writer
A palm wine tapper
Would bring you to life
Like he does the fallen trees.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 