(this is my view in a poetic form, hope you’ll enjoy it)
World!
If world was made by Dell
Then www.dell.com/troubleshooting
Will tell me what is wrong
With the world
And that is why I know not what to be done
Whether to consult Ifa, the wise one
Or to perform ablution and count tasbih
Or to read the Bible to the book of Matthew
Or meditate in a place like the Hindu
Or to stare at the star or the sun
Or the light and the sound like an ECKANKAR
For my street is not smiling
And even the sky is frowning
And no sun is shining
Nor rain is raining
Nor rainbow glowing
Like a river surface with oil spillage
Everywhere in my street
Many eyes are red
Constant unrest
Desperate friends
Are travelling far away to rob ATMs
And my novels
I struggled to write and print
Are still under my bed
Not even sold half of them
And young talents are being frustrated
And leaders of tomorrow are being oppressed
By leaders of today forming richmen
Under this canopy of penury
Spreading everywhere
In short
Economic condition of my country
Is shouting:
Ayamatanga!!!!!
It needs prayer
SAMUEL C. ENUNWA
“look unto God, the author and the finisher of
thy faith”
Use @samueldpoetry to locate me on twitter.com
Hmm, a grave picture painted.
But this piece should be reworked
Reworded.
The poem is kinda boring from the start…but suddenly got lit up from “my eyes are red…” In the end, point well hearkened!
Well done!
Sigh. If I talk now dem go say I harsh.
Your point about how bad things are in the country comes through clearly, @samueldpoetry.
But the poem doesn’t feel very cohesive; it’s as though you just put down random thoughts that ocurred to you on the topic of national malaise.