The Fruit of My Poetic Sword

For the past few weeks I have been coaching some friends who had the passion in poetry to pen their first lines and Eric Adotey Babington is one of them. Read his first poem below.

A PIECE OF LIFE

Born and named a Victor

The baby me, knows no victory

Society bathes me with guilt

innocence took of me a vacation

Am now one of them, hungry for a vocation

Sits my mind on a hill

imagining to be me, a Victor

Stealing away my shame, in search of a mentor

Come me a hindrance

making blur the entrance

to my cave of success

                                        Then, remembers objects of worship

                                    Onyankopon,Allah,Okomfo Subri

                          To whom do I turn to?

                                           Again Society decides, be a Christian

             In church or shrine

                                     All I come buying is me, a Victor

                             To be an advocate of success

                                 So I can to my dream job profess

                                   and shrink my worries and all my stress

                                   So In my tomorrow,I cld sit with a heart relaxed

                                   Then I can make a story out of time elapsed

                     This is a success in me.

                     Written By: Adottey Babington Eric

 (Am proud of you, you hv grabbed the poetic sword quick and now you fighting, keep penning son)