A Faithless Quest Poem by Adams Elizabeth Oyarese

Should we have faith in a faithless quest
And put sheer foolishness to test

That the coconut holds some water
Makes not ignorance call it a river

The snail knows wise to travel with shell
Or lives not at all to someday tell

O darling! My darling basket
Useful are you as my pot of earth

Performing labour no other can
A loyal companion on my farm

You from by weaver's hand was made
And the other fine mud the potter shaped

Envy not the labour of your brother
For you two have served a gladdened master

Through different paths that you both take
And such rare habits your nature make

Be weary not for none has done better
Each in his way has been a helper

I see the pain in your restless eyes
As the pot I greet when first I rise

I oppose not for you are right
But to you do I salute goodnight

It is pure folly to make you hold water
And no lesser folly should the pot hold tubers

By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
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