The Law Of Forceful Exchange Poem by Abel John

We seek good damsels
But fall in love at midnight
Under the shade of darkness on
the lonely street.
Man deceives man,
Our existence is on the mercy of
'survival of the fittest, '
We look to behold the mountains
But in our minds ignorance's
higher than mount Hored;
What's wanted we know but
seek it not,
All along, whom we're we feel
but fake it.
No one would let go!
You would want to get down on
the first date,
And with time should your eyes
be opened to see her ugly beauty
You show her the gate.

Oh Heavens!
This weeds on my chin has made
me friend to the barber
And the growth in my armpit's
like fibre,
No lass to dress the lilies of my
chest.
And why am I made handsome if
no virgin
Would look and sing me a love
song?
Natural gifts give me no lift in
this world of unjust lust,
Not even a sip to test.
But at what age will I cease to
wet my bed with this undiluted
shower?
O maidens, what art thou grown
into:
Traders, exchangers, or sellers?
True love - found in images,
And the rich only can access the
treasure thereof.

And what's the sobbing for,
Heart break?
As much as I thought!
But weep not for nothing goes
for nothing.
True, he gave your desires
To acquire what he admires!
No, you're the wicked one;
For on his hard-earned treasure
you buzzed like a queen,
But of your river he drank, his
thirst to calm!
You bent over to reap where you
didn't sow
But for the path he trespassed he
bought a pass.

And when I asked to take you to
the altar
You detested me, and said,
'To every woman the maker
made a husband
Who's to come around at the
appointed time.'
Fool, you've done to another
what you wanted another do to
you!
Indeed He created them man and
woman
But made them without a mate
to spare!
The one you now get down with
is another's 'future-for-real.'
For this cause is justice by the
law of forceful exchange
And by this curse are homes
flooded with maidens at forty;
The heavens are never partial.
So beauty could cry?
But wipe your eyes and calm
your spring.
Repent of your wrongs and go
home,
O ye prodigal one, seek mercy
and forgiveness;
For you can't have what you've
eaten!