Submitted By: Peter Iyoha

Thousand times you've promised
Thousand times you failed.
Thousand times you claimed to be sorry
Thousand times you don't mean it.

When will you stop hurting me?
How will you stop looming me into unseen Illusion?
Where will I meet your promise kept?
What time will it be perfect?

My world is sick of your uprising missile
Missile of tongue,
Yet defiling and raging with Lies
You have lost your dignity.
Your valor is empty,
Redeem your image
Sing another redemption song,
Savor your prestige
Let your worth be yes. and doughty be no

Remember, promise is an awaiting canker worm
Waiting for the day it would eat up it's host
Promise me now ever,
Or promise me non ever,
My wasteful debtor.

©Peter Iyoha, August 2002