Prosperity
is misery;
Poverty
is mystery.
Into one
of these each of us is called to ministry.
In the
belly of the beast,
Cuffed on
the wrist, preyed on like a feast,
Concealing
a fragile will, too weak to resist.
So many
youths, so out of use,
Very easily
seduced, trading places with tragic fools.
Truth sneaked
out the window
And now
lies shattered like a widow.
The path
of the youth is death row
But we
gatto breathe though emotion’s shallow.
No one
gives a pin none would oblige.
You’re
excess, if you’re alive, like weeds thrive.
Existence
is like rocking a beehive.
To become
what we’re not-
A nightmare’s
stuff-
The only
chance at mobility we got.
Hypocritical
situations present themselves,
Falling
at my feet, promising life on the shelf.
But ain’t
nobody hint on my personal dreams.
I’m
just another dot in the sky of the majority,
A drop
in the flow of the human sea.
A disarmed
foot soulja in the fight for destiny.
Nobody knows
me,
I’m
just a needle in a haystack,
A blob
on a page of a lost book of poetry.
A mail with no feedback.
They
offered me a choice,
Rid of
the convenience of a voice,
To join
the line of the political toys.
A mere
toy not worthy of the toil.
It’s
herd instinct
In the
house and on the streets,
Compassion
is strict
People is
scared to death of revolution.
No motivation,
We pursue
illusions and seldom remember our vision.
Rut exists
in ingenuity and realistically,
No individual
misses sleep over the addictive insanity.
Anybody,
everybody, nobody
Always someplace
being somebody they ain’t
And not
just cause they can’t
As much
as they won’t.
It’s
the goddam rule
That runs
a world of potentials to doom.
The weapons
we fashion against our chances prosper
Cause we
suicide wield ‘em together.
And if
we meet Forever
It’d be
a long shot cause by then the game’d be over.
Time after
time
It’s
lie or die
So they
ya’ll chose to live a lie.
Akpan
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