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Poem: Such A Waste by JimsonJaat001(m): 8:10pm On Jan 26, 2016 |
I see a great body of water deal Seem it is bound there under a seal Wouldn't you go and kill the killer Thirsty before he kills again? By standing there,a waste I call it,what did you stand to gain? Wouldn't you move to deserts and make it liveable? Are you bound,afraid or without a trial,you won't be able? Oh! How much I envy the land that hold so much a water. Generation by generation they live undisturbed The ancestral home they call that land they lived Roots to roots,trees to trees,they each other conceive And the roots and the trees and the lands enjoy the gift the Nature give But I say,is it a waste the land Not used to form an art nor an idea not even a hoe ever touch the sand How much that land spites me: that land that enjoy natural peace. I know of a man that tilled a one thousand ridges But forgotten his matches at the very second of the ridges He started from the one thousandth to untilled the land,looking for it Ay! Not when he reached the secondth ne he found it Looking back,with the regret finger in his mouth,he wish he had not untilled That acre of land he had tilled What a waste of might! A waste is the beauty of a peacock-like lady I know A special creation of god Cupid,if others don't know,I know But the goddess Ate breath into men on her cause For the lustful desire in men,they used her body for the cause She thought and thought and thought she would one day lady the men who tops the world Female version of Joseph! She is yet to reach half her dream when she left the world Ha,such a waste! A waste is that moutain like To meet the sun in a low sky it seem to rise Build to show owners' opulence compare to king Solomon Ha! It look like a great rock in the light of the moon A waste it is when the owner is dead The sun went out of the building as if dead In the belly of the building there is not a gaity and the pride and the colours. A waste I call the knowledge Which is given to an intelligentsia,a God-chosen judge But which he hids behind the curtains because he fears the above authority's blows Ha! For the fear of saving his own head,he boycotted the truth he suppose shows And also,he who bow with his wizdom Also he who show little and hide wholesome For the fear that his students shouldn't know as much as he. Packs of waste are the bodies in the belly of the earth planted With the flesh and the bones and the bloods and the veins interred With the craft and the life accomplishments in vain? Should I open my mouth and call myself a fail? The body they once endorsed,worshipped and save from Pain and Grief And this body to maintain I become a partial thief All is gone,such a Waste! - Jimson Jaat Taofik (Master Jaat) |
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