On my reasoning, you trample;
so will I convince you ethically
that I’m a mast’r for the deals;
if you like you may call me a quack,
but am I a duck that quacks?
For you have fail’d,
fail’d woefully to know
that some learn at different rates than oth’rs.
Delay, delay you’ve caus’d me
while I ought to be on my feet alone;
was it like that in the start
when Heav’n and Earth were made?
They quickly came to be as soon as He summon’d.
But you’ve accus’d me of pride;
what pride is it again,
when I know I can make it
right in any season
to sow and reap for the harvest?
O, you proud devil!
Think not that I have you,
or you have me.
For I now stoop low to conquer you!
Eche Ononukwe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-you-cannot-tell-my-prowl/
