That- it is who we are!!!
The children of- the so called Dark Continent,
who cannot sing of our own praises of
sweet mornings of light.
The chichidodos’ of
the Twenty First Century…
for we desire but- what we see
in our minds’ eyes as good.
The pots that cook without eating.
Should our stomachs really grumble?
Won’t the sluggish thief grasp us?
The fertile land that grows but
weeds other than rich crops.
Gradually we cease to value it,
And instead stretch our hands out
to whoever cares
to place a grain upon them.
The mothers that give birth but
curse why they ever did.
Forgive me, but I only thought
that God would smile broad
if we multiplied and filled the world?
Is there a problem?
The guns that shoot but
at their own troops.
Why not wonder about
what is happening?
More still, why us?
All these we are because;
there is no strength in how
Auspicious- we occur to be;
Fastidious- we imagine being; a
Ruse – we prefer to think up;
Inexpedient we undeniably find ourselves;
Comfort is quite unheard of in our land yet;
Astray we often find ourselves
Because; this is who we are.
6 years ago
