What society made me.

What society made me.

Hard-work's great,
But balance is the trick,
I am what society's made me,
Both parents spend long hours at work,
Leaving me starved of much needed love,
Starved and left with no other choice,
I tried to fill that gap without,
In a life of wine and crime,
Because somebody spent some time with me,
And loved me in the gangs in the street,
I tried to find it in the laps of another,
Sought to fill the gap with crack,
Pumped it into my veins and arteries,
And even sniffed it,

High like a kite,
I tried to soar like one,
But I am yet only human,
My wings only in the figment of my imagination,
Before reality of my winglessness dawns on me again,
I am behind bars,
For crimes I can barely recollect committing,
Claiming a cop's life for example,
Dad and mom worked so hard,
And fed my delinquent lifestyle with their excesses and their lack,
Excess cash and lack of love,
Love never present,
Never shown, never expressed,
Material things poorly substitute,
I am what society's made me,
Delinquent children like me,
Classical products of delinquent societies,
The answer's not in the jail cells,
The answer's a reformation of households,
A reformation of society,
A radical reformation of the world.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

No man is better!

No man is better!

No person is better than the other,
All born to the same wretched estate,
Only grace makes the difference,
So stop drinking from that cup,
That poisoned cup of arrogance and foolish pride,
Subtle yet more sure than the hemlock cup,
Which stopped the flow of Socrates' genius!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Worship

Worship.

The waves bellowed in base,
The gathering storm of praise drummed,
The winds sang in a shrill falsetto,
The trees whistled against the blowing wind,
Singing in tenor,
The dry leaves played a unique instrument of their own,
The flowing rivers played an instrument of their own,
The moon greeted from above,
The stars flashed lights to the earthen stage,
In a thunderous praise,
Nature roared worship to the King of Kings,
Who came down in showers to inhabit the praises,
What a chorus!
What a choir,
Better than any human voices could ever sing,
What an orchestra,
Better than any human hands can play,
A celebration of the genius of His creation,
It seems to me of all the works of His hands,
Humanity worships and praises Him the least.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Curtains are drawn!

Curtains are drawn!

As summer exits nature's stage,
The curtains are drawn in showers,
Autumn's in dress rehearsal,
Readying to come on,
Flipping over to nature's new page,
Trees clad in colors of every hue,
Lighting up the world with mind blowing refulgence,
Before they fall in preparation for winter's cold assault,
All what's summed in summer,
And bloomed in fall,
Will fall in autumn's gentle winds.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

War!

War.

When we go to war,
Because of our want for more,
Not because there is a need,
But fueled by rabid greed,
Choking a love creed,
When a good war is maimed by avarice,
Fought with cowardice,
Sheer force is glorified,
Inhumanity magnified,
Peace is dethroned,
And violence enthroned,
The global village imperiled.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Strife in life!

Strife of life.

As long as you have life,
You will have strife,
If you want nothing to do with strife,
Then take away your life,
Escape to a death cape,
Coz in a spineless coward's cloth you drape.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

All you have is now...

All you have is now...

The last moment and yesterday like spilled milk is gone,
The next moment and tomorrow like rain might come,
Leave the past behind,
To neither future nor past be bound,
Even when past and future ghosts hound,
Because every tomorrow will soon become today,
If you focus on tomorrow you never fully live today,
Today and now is all you have,
Give it your best,
Let the lessons from the past shape it,
Let the dreams from the future guide it,
With yesterday gone,
And an unsure tomorrow yet to come,
Live your all in now,
In case the next moment and tomorrow never come.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary