Myopic Mortals Poem by Hannington Mumo

There are near-sighted mortals who among us live
To impede the motion of those with sight;
There exists a notorious breed of pessimistic ne'er-do-wells
Who in deeds of dark delight;
Of such as these let's rid our lounges and lawns,
And their plots and efforts blight.

This breed descended from Cain that kills for solitary evil,
Maim upon sight for heaven's glory;
A fit sacrfice unto God is a despotic villain slain;
An end to vices gory.


In undivided accord let's purge dear mother earth
Of killers of hope and enemies of mirth;
That our tomrrows may imbue with hope the seed of our womb,
And quench this heaven's fiery wrath.