BAD TIMES!!

Someday, the archer’s quiver will get empty

He will reach for an arrow and find none

He will wander in the woods in frenzy

And loathe the fading sun

Someday, the big trumpet will sound

The beacon will be lit on the mount

It could be for war, an end to freedom

Or the real end, the Armageddon

Someday, the wall you lean against will fall

You may have to stand firm or go down

Regardless of how short or tall

Gravity will bear his crown

Someday, the people who make you smile shall be no more

They may not hear you when you call

Their warm embrace you ardently adore

Shall fall on the other side of the wall

We pray these days never come

But while we stay cool and calm

Bad times lurk on the shores of our lives

We better get prepared for nature has cast her dice

*Stanza 3 by my good friend Victor Ababio Amponsah

WHO ARE THEY?

They say never give up

And we end up holding on to things that aren’t ours

They say letting go is a sign of maturity

And we end up loosing what rightfully belongs to us

They say the early bird catches the early worm

What if there are two early birds?

Then the strongest shall survive

Perfect picture of a chaotic source

They say life is not a race

Just wait till they get there first

They say once bitten, twice shy

Why then should we try again?

They say you don’t know what you have until you loose it

What then do they mean by no love lost, no love found?

They say Penny wise, Pound foolish

Amazing, isn’t it?

Never judge a book by its cover

Yet, first impressions last longest

Birds of the same feather flock together

Isn’t that an endorsement of racism and ostracism?

If you can’t beat them, join them?

Need I say more?

They say…..they say……

Who are they?

And are they always right?

THIS STORY!

Some stories are better left untold

This is not one of those stories

This story shall be told

This story is being told

Pay attention to this story

This story is a true story

This story is one of love

It shall not end well

This story is not funny

Nevertheless, you cannot help but laugh

No one knows this story

But everyone will know this story

This story does not make sense

This story is intense

This story is a mystery

You shall not be satisfied with this story

This story will lure you and leave you in the dark

This story shall whet your appetite and starve you

This story shall be narrated by a dumb man

The deaf shall hear this story

The blind shall read this story

This story will shake the pillars of history

This story is a profound story

You shall not understand this story

This story is of a strange setting

The Bermuda triangle; Amazon rainforest; the Milky Way

This story has no title

But call it ‘This Story’

Quit waiting for this story

This story just got told!!

*Inspired by Mutabaruka's DIS POEM!

THE HAPPY FRIEND

Once I had a happy friend

Twice you wrong him

Thrice he forgives you

He always wore a smile

He made the worse look better

An epitome of an optimist

A trait I still can’t fathom

I perceived he had a perfect life

Until he narrated his story;

His mother died at his birth

And his father unlawfully remanded

For the first time I saw his sad face

‘Daddy did nothing wrong,

He only scolded a Richman’s son’

For that he’s been away for five years?

And there I stood in dismay

Wondering how he still smiles

So I gathered courage

And asked of his little secret

As usual, he smiled

Tapped me on the shoulder

And said ‘it could have been worse’

In five words he brainwashed me

And I too became a happy boy

For whatever that life serves you,

Just know ‘it could have been worse’