A Poem About People Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

A poem about People
I used to believe in people until research led me to an unfathomable fact that the Titanic was merely a setup to reduce the population; because he advocated for a stronger and unified Africa we heard the last of Muammar Gaddaffi; how could I believe in people when they formulated AIDS as a scheme to make more money?
I used to believe in people until I saw a group of them rapping fellow humans in tires to be set ablaze under the notion that they were stealing their jobs, who thought the holocaust was bad? I mean, how could a fellow human mutilate another or worse still remove private organs of another for wealth?
I used to believe in people until I heard a father defiled his 9months old baby under the pretext of curing AIDS; he turned against his blood brother over a plate of beans; how could a biological mother set ablaze the daughter's hands for stealing relish? I swear I couldn't relish such kind of beef within a family…
I used to believe in people until I heard a relationship was terminated through a knife stabbing in the back and/or a shot through the toilet door, so much for lovers: I swear the word love is misused nowadays, if a husband can cheat on the wife with her own blood sister who's to say we are different from dogs?
I used to believe in people ‘till I understood why the mortality rate grew higher than the birth rate; I mean just a mere headache killed my uncle, whoever put you in charge of population control; I wonder who the real cancer is if not the same humans that formulated it just to come up with an expensive treatment, while the poor languish…
I used to believe in people ‘till they hated me for questioning religion, I mean can't I even inquire as to where our tithes go? Why does my unemployed pastor drive big cars? Whoever shaped the world to make Africa a perpetual beggar? Some people would spare a few change to pay attention to the poor, but how many would without having expectations?
I used to believe in people ‘till they had to kidnap innocent young girls just to make their point heard while the so-called super powers watched on with placards reading, ‘bring back our girls, ' Poor girls taken from their parents and forced into understanding adulthood before they could even understand childhood…
I used to believe in people ‘till I understood why they increase fuel prices just to tell us the decision made was people driven, while using Democracy as the vehicle to mislead us and still recycling the same politicians while Pilato gets crucified for giving concern; what is equity if the rich get richer while the poor never advance?
#KingTMC*