Making Sense Of The Senseless Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Making sense of the senseless

No, not again, will I take things for granted
This, our mother earth, can get really upset dishing us not what we wanted
All my life I have known things do change
I have experienced and witnessed many things strange
This time the book of records will not have enough pages
To keep an accurate record of all the happenings at all stages
Nay, even cameras will not have enough memory to capture every moment of this chimera.

The sun, our primary energy source, burps and sneers at us causing erratic weather
Even our erstwhile friendly moon hides it's visage behind toxic cumulus clouds whose accumulated toxins rain pain
Our only mother, the earth, seems to have abandoned us the children she bore and swore to nurture no matter this and that or what.
The air we breathe...we gasp...the air is impregnated with invisible particles bent on repopulating all, the tall the short, all for the pall

I wonder, though, what sheninegan we have wrought upon ourselves

I stand there, handwashing, clad in balaclava like a militant, shunning every soul, trying to make sense of it all.

Making sense of the senseless.

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