Diehard Idol Poem by Haruna Garba

Diehard Idol



Each tree is iconic as tailored
And the blind wearer can't see
Though a parable he carries along

Even as it sprouts
It scribbles the letter r
R or r either way
Even as it grows up
A pointer to race

Below the shoots
In what are seen as trunk and root
It is the letter t
A pointer to tribe

It sprouts in race
Narrows down to tribe
All in common root
True idols of human race
Most truly worshiped
More worshiped than a Deity itself

Better sweet than a sting
Better mine than ours-talking of the best

Better a shiner than in shreds
Better here than there-talking of the best

Better hock them than hack it up
Better this clime than that- talking of the best

Rather laden than laze
Better my race than any-talking of the best

Better slick than slack
Better our tribe than any-talking of the best

Diehard Idol
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: human nature
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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