Nine

NINE

A man scavenging
A nest of hornets;
That's my heart,
It is stung almost every day.

A man with no problems
If there is such man,
That's my heart,
I seldom feel happy.

I am stung each time
A man becomes a predator
Preying on that weak
Young girl who needs help.

I am stung each time
Religion becomes too blinding
A veil, brains and hands become lazy
While mouths wish, and hearts expect.

I am stung each time I remember
Africa stands the chance of becoming a dinosaur
Which will only be read about in books
And be remembered by her remains exhumed
later.

I am stung each time
People fall like a dead cow
By the road side and I
Cannot help them, damn me.

I am stung each time
I see what people cannot see
Because they are myopic and one-sided
In perspective, it makes me lonely.

Saying I am happy, is a downplay,
When I guide the weak contrary to the predators
Who take advantage of every victim
Of circumstances, I am happy is a litote.

I am happy, when people realize
That their worth is not in their appearance,
I am happy when I see people in mental hardwork
Contrary to the ones still living in the 30s.


Poet's Bio
Name: Sam George Mac
Facebook Username: Adekunle George
Whatsapp: 08125950914