DIDACTIVE ' BEING OF RESPECT '

ZENITH:

I'm an hypocrite,

I bent low as the king arrives,

prostrated as the queen showed up,

my spirit stood up.

Knees too exalted to bend for the queen,

shoulders too high bow for the king.

Though I appear strong but within me, 

I'm feeble,

I fought for respect,

and never won.

It can only be reciprocated.

I seek for respect,

searching through hills,

valleys, oceans, mountains...

I found non.

I search through my body, soul and spirit,

it's absent.

Respect is more than intonation,

it's far beyond what we think it is.

"I respect you" my daily anthem.

Yet I backbit and cheat on you,

speak evil of you,

is these all there in Respect?

AJAKAYE:

Society a thorn on shadows of respect,

treasure up in your soul the spirit of regard,

the clouds pardons the sound a blessing

towards the folds of fair palms.

Class not yourself with any creature

cut not any piece from a note,

or else it becomes not that note anymore,

a proud peacock fails to create a colour

even after having all on its feathers.

I pick a moment for the environment of heaven,

I refuse to disrespect the heartless sun

for the dark moon.

Peter wasn't drunk in Acts 10:34_35,

there is no needless partiality,

is there any needful?

Fear him, yes ! 

The respect for the likeness of God 

also assigns the fear for Him.

The Lord of host welcomes your words an incense.

Precepts are given that respect shall occur !

Hey, hey hey hey...

Yes you ! You reading this poem,

abosolute respect is the key of baked wisdom.

ZENITH CHERUB

and

AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO

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