The Machinator Poem by D Loveday Morris

The Machinator

Be bold enough, come to my face
And say the things that your tongue taste
Be it bitter, sour, savoury or sweet
Be honest- honesty is a real treat

Why roar like a lion then run like a mouse?
Acting like you didn't know your words would time out
What eyes don't see heart can understand
Even the most beautiful words are like a dagger in a machinator's hand

Hurt people, hurt people they are like a curse
And insecure hurt people, are even worse
Never seeing the good in anyone around
Wearing hate and sarcasm like a crown

Walking around in hateful grandeur
Acting high and mighty just to take others under
Why can't you be to others as you would for yourself?
Don't spatter and plot words of malice to everyone else

Trodding on the road where enemies meet
This is where the backstabbers speak
Spurring unkindness like a coward
Without the decency to be discreet and forward

Woman to woman; man to man
I'll respect you and won't think it bland
Say it to my face and I'll understand
Ain't nothing worse than a machinator's plan


D. Loveday Morris

An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK