HONOURS

Pigs are animals of honour,

Pleasant, tasty and oily,

Shunning dirt with her horns,

Yet, detested by the honourable.

The street plated with honour,

Is a marksman to glory,

Empowering its victims with righteousness,

Also a reflecting mirror to the dishonourable.

God’s horn is honour,

Hence His mills grind slowly,

But grinds exceedingly small every attitude,

Making the dishonourable honourable.

Emmanuel O. Lekwa