The Madman Of The Other World Poem by Gideon Eze

The madman of the other world
Never get peace of mind
'cause no peace
Exist in their world:
No rest or break
Mediate 'tween their work;
Whatever they do
They do with stiffened muscle.

In the orphaned seconds hand of time,
In their argument and murmur,
They wrangle with a vehemence
That still the world in shock;
In their solo games,
They rattle with an alacrity
That marvels daylight out of day.
They take each day's business
With a force beyond life
That they forget
The mortal cloth they wear.
When this dawn on them
By chance-
Of the woes and mortal wounds,
In the distress of their agony,
Becomes another madman.