is he the product of mother nature?
Or a research material of mystic vultures?
Or a symbol of African culture?
Or a human form without a nurture?
Is he just an outcome of human pleasure?
Or a prehistoric black race which needs no disclosure?
Just a little specie under pressure
Existing where there is no leisure
Supposed I thought is a special treasure
Not the product of zoo but lives in enclosure
His future far below measure
No sign of hope for a better pasture
Is the blame to mother nature or
to a clique of some human vectors?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great poem. Rich in imagery and style. Wonderfully conceived. Very compassionate indeed. Liked it. I rated it 10/10. Please read and write my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.