I keep my fingers on the pulse,
For he is worth it ,
Yeah that's the man behind my existence.
I know you too you'll find your feet in this,
And fine -tune your thoughts,
For they're worth an applause,
Maybe much more than just an appreciation.
Who are they ?
Who is he?
They're our fathers , your father ,my father.
They're our first base,
The head of our families,
The correctors,protectors,the providers
I won't fish for compliments,
For the truth will always out,
I know you're struck dumb
And maybe you'll throw a tantrum,
But no need to for whatever they did no need to.
For who will we be without them,
No need to stretch the truth,
Or rather bend the truth
But rather appreciate them for who they are for us.
For we ain't nobody or nothing without us.
By kechi the poet