Far Cry Of The Ear Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

FAR CRY OF THE EAR

EAR:
I can't marry you as a husband
Because you have caused me so much pains,
You are also too thinny and noisy for my liking
But friendship can be better than marriage.

MOSQUITO:
No! You must marry me or I will
Keep singing to you the love song
When you are asleep until you
Accept my proposer as your husband.
I shall not give you Freedom until I marry you.

EAR:
Then shall I chase you away from my home.
You said I am primitive and does not befits you,
I pour out the water of my heart to love you but
You treated me like a foolish mad woman.
And you said you needed modern things not me,
I don't love you any more, dear mosquito.
I need my freedom, the song of you should always
Be a song of praise not of hatred and rudeness.

MOSQUITO:
You must love me ear or forever be my slave,
An enemy to you and your primitive generations.
Woman of Africa, who says you are not pretty anyway?
All I needed is you whether pretty or ugly, my heart. Skips a beat at the sight of your beauty.
I must marry you my dear ear or forever be my slave.

EAR:
I can't love you anymore Dear mosquito
But if you insist in my affection,
Be ready to die before your time on my ear.