Life In A Jungle Poem by Olujobi Jedidiahz

In it we hustle to bustle
In optimistic volatility of voluminous aspiration
experience we futility despite desideratum
in it grows ornament of life
that could be deleterious
once refuse you to be derring-do
In the jungle,
great sounds never understood heard
you become so wild in other to live
in aspiration you soar
but that dream is short lived
once its tentacles catches up with you
unless determination and perseverance pal
in the jungle you are incarcerated
cloudy days are never over
The battle for survival continues
The innocent child suffers crime never committed
Justice becomes history as its whip is denied
The bourgeois becomes more autocratic
Dirty games coat of righteousness
In their hands lies doom for the proletariats
Yet in abject poverty laugh this ‘church rats’
To succumb to fate is better
Let our gods fight this battle of sacrilegium
In the jungle,
Best hope becomes the traitor
The only way forward is to join their game
The past transports ‘self to the future,
The present begins to taunt and haunt
In confusion choices are made
Choices that could mar or make
It’s journey from womb to tomb
Obstacles are pals with destiny
Speed is dish by ditch
Tomorrow goes gaga
As the past hunts it vehemently
In the jungle, the same? Never!
Experience is the utmost legacy,
It remains the best teacher
That moulds into ought be
Hills and plains
Mountains and valleys on the way to Igbeti
You escalate like an Australopiticus Africanus
The jungle never knows who
Several masters reside in door
Dictating according to their will-
Wills with tendency to frustrate your decency
Oh messenger of humbleness looms to doom
What catastrophe in this jungle of inhumane
In the jungle pray we for mercy
Mercy to to see us through this mystery
Mystery that goes beyond human imagination
Mysteries that can only be understood
Not physically but spiritually.
The way to treasure island is narrow
Only the strong goes to conquer
Only they with heart of stone reaps dividends
Their food problems not cereals
Dare to be a difference in the jungle?
Then be ready to pass through the furnace
For only that can guarantee your existentialism
In this jungle of kolomentalism – free madness