In my country,
Rumors of insanity scuttles
In haste like an earnest cry
Yet we’re falling for the aunties
Of this desolated insanity
Like a difficult teardrop
That prevents a dog from smelling excrement
At a glance of conscience sacrilege
Insanity swindles in agony
Of the county men because
Our psyche had been fornicated
Like a legion of runners
Each covered from neck to toes
With strings of vague fear
Rattling like a strange night spirit
With no place of abode
In my country daily,
They appear on our screen
To tell us unknown tales
Of how to manipulate us again
We have been made out of
Eccentric spirit through crack of minds
Money hastily blew out our offending light
And planted in us corpse of knowledge
In my country, Rat bit people to death
And lizards takes money
To have their teeth filled
As white ants chew our wizards’ knowledge
Uhmmm…….
How could we change
A crawling millipede into an antipope?
Nor a dumb man into an orator?
Listen you sons of Adams
Listen you daughters of eve
Until lions have their own historians
Tales of the hunt will always
Glorify the hunter like a broken pot.
Crystal E Poet
(Author Poets, Poetry & the Nation)
©2018.