A Golden Ring on a Pig's Snout

A Poem by Uche Ahunanya

A poem by Uche Ahunanya

The pig will always admire
The dirty smelly quagmire;
After a thousand hours of bath
He still must tread the dirty path

Waste not your gold on his snout
Or your kingly meal in his mouth
Dirty thing: a pig will remain a pig
Despite his training, small or big

So is it among us men:
There are those whom
After you've treated them as royalty
Undeservedly
And served them with pure loyalty
Unreservedly
They turn around and bite you
In a way that surprises even the Serpent
An ingrate will always be an ingrate
Give your prized loyalty to those who know the price.

Uche Ahunanya ©2017