by Azubuike Azikiwe
Does it really matter that I conform to the norms of the day?
What perfect blueprint is there for the journey called life?
Who are you to chastise me for being filled with flaws?
Only one was made perfect.
Who deems it otherwise?
Who made you judge and jury over the morally bankrupt?
How dare you raise your nose when your anus is filthy?
Aren’t we all on this journey to utopia?
What being dares claim arrival?
That life is fraught with conundrums and challenges is not far from the truth,
That humans of different races will be judged alike is up for debate.
I’m filled with vices, and so are you,
But hypocrisy shields thy misdeeds.
Listen, fellow weaklings
Take caution as you condescend,
For the descent is inevitable.
What fun is there to life if we don’t fall and rise?
What story will be told if we don’t lose and repossess?
How would we become fitter if we are not faced with storms?
Who can best define our cause on devil’s roof?
Is it survival or procreation?
Is it strife or oppression?
No one really can tell, only HIM knows
Clerics hold us bondage to selfish doctrines,
And we gullibly oblige.
Like a procession of zombies,
Yearning for the release their words present,
Unable to put our reasoning to test,
And lose the cloak of vulnerability.
Who exactly are we?
Puppets of nature?
Or rivals in the ring of life?
Do you wonder why harmony dwells scarce in the elements?
Or why philophobia lives in the heart of men?
I’m speechless, I tremor
At the level of discord we harbor
Can humans ever really change?
Do we just suppress some deeds at whim?
And display others when we desire.
Will we ever be whole?
Azubuike Azikiwe is a poet, playwright, author and scriptwriter. He is a rarity of nature and a keen observer of existence. He is a failed rapper and an aspiring Christian. He believes in God, yet sits on the fence of religion. He yearns for equality of all and has ‘eradicating poverty’ as his lifelong mission. He tweets @hardrockyng