Our Humanity Becomes Shredded Mantle Poem by Christopher Okiri

Our humanity becomes a shredded mantle
Everyone taking away a piece for keeps
Trophies won from lots cast from desires
All that remains is leafs of fig in our midsts

Everyone tending to his own orchard
Planting hedges of thorns around them
Walling in and warning off the neighbour
To keep them from fruits of our labour

The labour we toil at, bearing our cross
Everyone unequally yoked to the burden
Of bearing each one her bolder uphill
Caring not to lend a finger to a brother