No Need For Trumpets Poem by Agboyi Felix

That is why there is no tear
in my eyes.
I already know am stained
with mud.
And no need to sound that
in trumpets.
Am no better than you,
I know.
And wonder why am not moved?
The mindset
is already in tunes with the
soulfaith.
Wonder why am not perturbed?
I dirty the clothes
whilst washing, and my deeds
and misdeeds
always finds me a faultfinder.
I already know
by half tone, I dont have the voice
to sing.
Before you label me pale, I already
accent to that.
I'm to worry, but I don't, and if I don't
nothing will worry me.
No need for trumpets.