Sterility Poem by Kassem Oude

An old tree weakly may blossom
It produces unpleasant sour fruits
It needs more cure gives little sum
All end in stove boughs and roots

When mothers near the menopause
And old father's stamina degrades
Last graft gives birth with many flaws
An autistic child that needs aid

In poor land no pretty plants grow
But nettles or bushes near the ground
No stick to rely on or to show
But simple broom to clean around

When system becomes obsolete
It chooses the worst one to lead
Who's no white part on his sheet
Farther than his nose he can't read

Ever nation ages or succumbs
Myriad men are worthy and fair
Must they mull to oust the numb
To go to his lust and his share.

Kassem Oude
On Sunday, April 30,2017