Oh how the mighty have fallen
Breaking up the food chain
The hunter becomes the hunted
Chaos in it’s strangest way
Watch them run for their lives
Hands on their heads
The mighty begging for his life
His tail between his legs
The Nuisance
The strange obeisance
The ruler being ruled
The teacher being schooled
The Liars telling truths
Wait, do this sound familiar to you?
My name is Gift Onobhamiukor, I’m 23 years old and a Nigerian. Started writing from age 8 and from then I’ve written poems for organisations, friends and close relatives.