Unrest Soul: Who Am I? Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Most days I feel
I am the
Only one on
The hot seat
And Judges
Throwing back
To me a Flashback
Of the life
While I live.

Dark as a coal
If an angel could
Curiously
I am but human
Most days I feel
I am the
Only one on
Alive alongside
Digital images.

But what if 'tis true?
Most days I wonder
Has He ever
Been called her?
Eagle displaces a dove
But the beauty of the globe
Created by him above
Painted them black in gold
By its tar tempting stove.

Aside faith be empirical
Can a religious leader
Say the true religion?
Hey! preacher
Don't take my hard earn kobo
As a trickier
To become a naira richer
'You blasphemy'! !
Sharap! I politely tell back

I only wish I could
Fake a smile
I just hope
Mother earth
Isn't messing with me
As an experimental material
While finding
the best human
For earth.

Most days I feel
I'm not me you know,
This body I dwell
Doesn't have no say
But I wish I could
Jump-off and stare
Without a slant
It's ways, for
I don't know- Who I am.