john chizoba vincent
How White Is Your Pant? - Poem by john chizoba vincent
How white is your pant that you boast?
Every pant wore within is dirty and smelling,
How white is your singlet that you shoulder high
As if you own the whole air that walks around?
Tell the children that died before their time
That nature cheated them before they came.
How white is your mouth that you smile always?
Close a little and allow others to smile a little,
How precious is your private area that you laugh?
Laugh a little and allow others to space their breaths.
Every thunder has its sounding style and lightening;
Every teeth is supported by gums that fails.
Hold not yourself as righteous as the snow,
Battle with your conscience day and night;
For through it you cause many atrocities.
How white is your smile and laughter?
How white is your cry behind the bereaved ones?
I have seen men and, men with music in their
Throat sin not always like those with laugh in their lips.
Listen and watch the sun wrapping its body going home before the unholy darkness comes to visit.
Help the poor and the needy; no one is perfect on earth.
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