Be Careful Poem by Michael Popoola

Ting! Ting! ! Ting! ! !
Songs of the liberal,
Melody of great birds...

We were told of mighty warriors,
We heard of the keys played in azimuth,

Ting – a small bird....
Ting – a beautiful bird....
The zenith danced,
The leaves leaped for joy,
The hunter was carried away,
The warrior was deceived.

.....after traveling beyond the known,
The hunter realized,
A deception I have followed,
A trait I have pursued.

An animal like man - fake believe,
The hunter was carried away in disarray,
The dressing, the colours, the beauty,
The brave was captured by the bird’s pretty.

In annoyance he aimed at him,
Ting! Ting! – must die,
You have taken my day for nothing,
You have added nothing to my virtue.

I didn’t call you,
I didn’t seek for you,
I sing: you follow,
Be careful! For you are already in my world,
Be careful! Not all you hear you do.
Be careful! Not all you see you follow.