Ivory Towers
Are bakeries
For bread of knowledge
Bread of life
Or bread of death
Bread is bread?
Butter and milk
Sugar and dough
You would call it
Balderdash? Till
It's aroma zooms
From the oven
Then new lease of life
New strength and sense
The fig tree you were
Leaves full green full
But no fruit
Our Lord is no fool
You were cursed
Cast down fool
And it was published
In the good news
That you were bad news
Now compare yourself
To the unprofitable servant
Savage enough to bury
Such great tools of talent
While those who traded
Were shocked soon with
Much bloom, booming'
Following yours boomeranged
These self same stooges
We find in Ivory towers
Vultures so bad as
To betray the master's
Oaths, and leave the
Sheep to the austere
Wolves. Idling away in
Dark rotten joints they
Curses all but their
Poor cerebrum and joints!
Publish or Perish
Good friend. And
Leave a legacy for generations
Unborn. This citadel
Will not crown you with
Much feathers except
Your ovaries are fertile
With babies and do bring
Forth both men and maidens
In their due seasons,
With signs following
Soak both feet in water
And wet the inks with
Nighs of oily thoughts
This' much better than
Churning out handouts
Of printer's devils and
Devil may care weak
Plots and low count
Syntax and sediments!
This' much better than
Hotel hideouts for impure
Knowledge of loose or weak souls!
Publish or Perish
Bless or Curse
Not quite like laughing in heaven
Or crying in hell!
Not quite like extorting
The widows of our land
And enslaving orphans
But you will sleep
Soundly like a hero
If you sell your soul
To sacrifice and Sanctity
Sowing same as Seeds
Or will you sleep soundly striking
Every moment to press home new
Points for more wages?
Is it true, your reward
Was never in heaven?
Pray brain drain Ghana and
Internet correspondence
Do not claim your domain!
Beautiful poem and well written.
This part made me remember mum's cook😋. Bread and beans😅🤣
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