'Tomorrow Never Comes' by Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer

Old lions and lionesses

Hungry with desire to turn their curbs into carcasses

Brains filled with abnormalities of no diagnosis

Grooming cubs to become asses

Do we dwell on the antique so we do not become antics?

Tick the right tick or we ‘d be bitten by ticks

Doing right never attracted a stick

Only trouble mongers get pecked by the hen’s beak

Lionesses like furious bitches

Kick their cubs like helpless puppies into ditches

Lions maliciously growl

Stunting their cubs every growth

O! Mr old owl

Who dares to contend for king of the night? Not even a moth

So the poor little thing reclines

We await ‘the old decides’

Young soldiers warm the battalion’s benches

While wonky-wobbly hands fire rifles from trenches

We being future leaders! Whose idea is that, please?

It seems the future will never come

Like 007, tomorrow never comes

We keep watch in this despicable form

In the old lion’s inspired thorns

Sadness french-kisses my lips

I refuse the president’s number to dial

I club self-pity into hade’s pit

I lie in a jacuzzi all soaked up in bile

My ablazed furiousity can’t be quenched by the nile

Save the cub from the old lion’s lie.

This poem was first published on poetry.wrr.ng.

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