JEREMIAD- SEQUEL AFTER AJAKAYE'S 'MAYEGUN WASN'T A RITUALIST' BY PACIOLO PEN SAINT.

You're the lion,

you may enjoy the chase

but we're the game,

so we own the race.

The race in which you enjoy your chase,

we dictate the lines and pace,

we're what they say goes around - comes around.

Human life so sheer as an angel when his palms lack sufficient notes,

heart and doings so unique like a born new life 

when he was a mate to dust,

until he's sufficient he sees himself a boulder enough to hold the storm.

Forget how he was a kid stone 

that quiver under large mountains from stampedes.

We're the law -

we pick the case,

the case of crimes you commit,

not the killings or kidnappings but the crimes you commit yourself,

to committing without regards to how other skins are treated,

not with your medicinal wads of notes 

but your toxic spending that sends illness down 

the spine of those who sweat you ignored in harsh ages.

Aye Akamara!

Now your deeds will be watched in series on life's camera.

Human life so sheer as an angel

when his palms lack sufficient notes.

Heart and doings so unique like a born new life 

when he was a mate to dust,

until he's sufficient he sees himself a boulder enough to hold the storm.

Forget how he was a kid stone that quiver under large mountains from stampedes.

PACIOLO PEN SAINT.

The poet speaks on how Law has begun to trample upon the rights of man while its intentions are to save the liberty of the masses.