The Poet 'n His Reflection

Courtesy: Twitter
It's time the nation of Israel and Palestine
worked out their differences

There's a man in the mirror

From his eyes a flash of doubt

Sparks a disavowal of his reflection,

Head shaking, he flat out

Plucks me off

And tosses me away

An attempt to render his

Own image unseen.

He'll apply a 'copy n' paste'

If he could photoshop his reality

And turn his back on the din

And close his heart to the scream.

But his painted demon

Haunts him as his reflection.

He's grabbing for me

Claws out stripping n' stripping

Away onion thick layers of feeling.

What I won't do

To put him in the groove

That only a fool

Argues with truth.

He sits on a time bomb

The scenes play out on the mirror,

But his mindset's deep-fried

He's strung

On the timeline

Inside the mirror

And treats as slight

The world next door

That he can reach out and touch:

The scourge of the coronavirus

The Gaza Conflict encores

The multiplied gun violence,

The famine pestilence

Gorging Yemen,

Hearts that's gone cold

Cause doors got all closed.

The billowing ash of gray

Showering hail over Tigray.

The endless graphic images

Whizzing past in blurry phases.

Akpan