The Chameleons Poem by Etim Onyam

THE CHAMELEONS
Call it bravery or craftiness,
life deserves more than that.
Even the wind owns a direction
A determined motion that moves daring tress
So what's wrong with us?
Living a life of indescisions
Toased toe and fro from our very conscience
Rolling stones that will never gather a moss,
Changing with every bid of life breeze
Just to satisfy our inordinate ambitions.

We were the Chameleons in the open markets of greed:
Changing our colours to fit the demand of decaying world.
Our white we shaded to black to eclipse purity,
The pink we covered with red to abolish love
Planting in its place,
This giant of perpetual hate.
Changing to every rhythme of the day
Just to win a bread for the survival of the day
As we chameleoned through daring obstacles to wriggle our urgly ways through;
Following the train of insincerity
That galloped through rouge edges to gather the spoils
And that has led us to this quagmire
That remaining is a great mess,
Moving forward is a great difficulty
And returning is an impossibility.