THEIR ILL WILL

They say am a feckless man,

For I lack a companion,

That I love simplicity out of loneliness,

My insides respire obsequiousness,

For I know my heart is fervent,

And my plate is clean at will,

Why then all these ill will

They say am slow to bow,

I know that am only cautious,

Lest I break the only straw that grows,

I can smell the hate that they breathe,

So I silently retreat to be free,,

My insides wish I abscond, and escape all these ill will

They say am vulnerable,

That I can never handle authority,

I say am ferocious,

On am strategic and consulting of deity,

I gave my all to faithfulness,

Followed to the platter their ordinance, their sole will,

Why then all these ill will