Blackholes Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

The funny thing when I was a kid
Was that I always used to play football
Round the neighborhood but never did
Had the patience to sit on a white wall
Just to watch other kids playing theirs,
There was something to fix around the house
Waste of time and no reason for your fears
Like everyone suffers the bite of this louse
Just like an igbo man I knew, I wish
He could understand a deaf man laughs
Or about the death that comes from bliss
Up in his head, he's got stories so rough
Like an archaic book that wrote itself
And in his heart there were black holes
He's just a half-burnt tree, I know myself
Sometimes he would talk of many evil jokes
He ignored other tribes but not the problems around.
To him ignorance was an enjoyable blessing
I wish his candle could be lit round
And to realise he's been ignoring something.