Poet's corner: entry

Technically you are

Moremi's gold is lost,
Yes,
The desperate search Is on,
Yes,
Every nook and cranny they scoured,
Yes,
Only to reach a twist when they reached yours
Yes,
Though you claimed innocence,
Yes,
But the gold is found In your stead,
Yes,
Technically you are a thief then.

The evil we begrudge is on the run,
Yes,
Then did we hope peace had been restored,
Yes,
We'd then lull in our homes, self assured,
Yes
Salivating upon the nobly peace that dawned on us,
Yes,
But then evil re-rose from an unknown cradle,
Yes,
Hoppity in helter we scattered for cover,
Yes,
Though we'd blame evil for our mishap,
Yes,
Technically we are the fools then.

I had seen our fathers born into this suffering,
Yes,
They lull in Fella's subservience by suffering and smiling,
Yes,
they brought forth our generation and tagged us an hopeful ones,
Yes,
Yet, the suffering mounted an exponential sorjourn.
Yes,
When such hope had been dashed a blow of knock out,
Yes,
Yet we still parade ourselves as our future leaders,
Yes,
Technically we are nothing but criminals.

But this noble man painted his tongue in honey,
Yes,
His words gained some rare adulatory wings,
Yes,
He sings without drums and coins music from mere words,
Yes,
He without doubt makes the hearts of men melt,
Yes,
Listen to him to become the fool,
Yes,
Technically a poet is nothing but a liar then.
Abd-afeez Abd-hamid