For All The Love None The Matter Poem by Wesongah David

His eyes are misty, palms clasped,
Downcast are the eyes,
Praying for a bountiful
Curses an idiom beheld by acclamation,
Wishing he’d shut the world out,
‘let me roast in peace! ’
A mirage costly to infamy,
Heartless humanity, I care about me

Tears down his eyes, a statement made to none,
Listening to self, piety unto the bloodied streets,
Hands to the skies, lord can you hear me!
And the sweltering mist, comforting the none,
Nonetheless held a piece, hundred shekels to his head,
A bounty no less Judas Iscariot, for whom shall we blame?

The scars a manifest of reality,
Heart seeming cold, dear to the loved,
A life unto whose the world pegs hope,
Infinity a sacrilegious doubt, to a bottomless abyss,
Cast for the evil of survival, a prayer for liberation,
Ditto and call for action, the gospel that hurts most,
Preached nevertheless the more.

And he calleth you brother, you sister,
For all the love, none the matter
Heart to heart, soul to soul
In which depths rests his case, my case,
For all the love, none the matter