I Do Not Envy The Poor Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I do not envy the poor in the land;
What does my life has to do with their stinking lives?
I do not envy the needy in the society;
Their lives are one of my dreams to change,
I do not envy the drunks; their lives are most
Pitiable condition that I know.
What honey does the eyes see in watching a
Stinking bra that exposed itself like a rotten corpse?


I do not envy the deaf and dumb because
They could not hear the stinging words that
Dances to torment us and, take away our peace.
I do not envy the cripple men out there
Because they could not walk the long distance
I walk to and fro from my work place.


I do not envy the blind ones in the street
Because they could not see the pains we see,
But I pray that God's mercy guide them more.
I do not envy the dead ones in the mortury because
The sun nor the rain harm them not like it does to me.
What more is left to withstand in the wine that has already lost its taste?


I do not envy those in the hospital because
They are in conformed situation unable to move,
I do not envy the politicians because they loot our money; what does my life has to do with blood money?
I do not envy those that has no hand because they
Work not as I kill myself everyday and night in the name of government work in building my nation.



I do not envy the beggars in the homeless street
Because they earn money without struggling but,
I must be myself and act as God has created me.
I do not envy elders that hide keys to our tomorrow,
Ignorance made them to do so with dark heart.
I do not envy people writing love song because
I do not have a love song in my throat.



I do not envy the talking parrot because he only
Make noise which can not be seen on pages,
My words are on papers to be read by all even the
Parrot himself; whose mouth call down demons.
When the next generation comes, let it be told
That John chizoba vincent, a poet came without envy.


My fellow poets with pot heads and kettle eyes,
I do not envy you at all, not even in the darkest
Part of my heart which smell like a rotten corpse;
I do not envy any not even Dangote, every one has his own lane and part to play in life before another phase opens for all of us.


I do not envy those that earn more than me,
You reading this, I do not envy your eagle eyes;
Every day your eyes arise searching for what to feed itself with, I don't envy you.
I do not envy the oil in the Nigeria' pipe,
I do not envy your wife, I have my own skirt;
I envy nothing, I envy nothing because it kills.


(C) john chizoba vincent