Broken Mirror Poem by Felix Otiende

BROKEN MIRROR

Am the mirror of the society,
The eye's of tomorrow,
I impact knowledge and skills,
They call me respect,

Everyone wants to be like me,
Not only standing before students,
To be tidy and respected,
It's a calling not a job opportunity,

Yes! I want to impact more,
My weakness is killing me slowly,
As I preach the gospel of water into wine,
I found myself sleeping in the garbage,

In a broad daylight,
Am shouting abusing language,
As children follows me,
On a wet pants,

It's a shame,
How I let my salary make me suffer,
Sleeping along the road,
Like maize ready to be packed,

Can I cut my legs?
Or visit a witch?
I want stop taking more,
I want my true identity and respect back.

© Fely g chronicles