WHO DOESN’T KNOW???

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.