The Mystery Call Of Man Collector Poem by Selematsela Abel

Days come and pass by
But you just keep on doing one thing,
One thing that makes me wonder-
How and when are you going to stop making your collection?
How did you turn from good to bad?
Where is your love?

Do you even know what love is?
I am asking myself that did you just fell from the sky like rain.
Where are your guardian angels?
Have they lost their hope on you?
What about your folks?
Are you that bat that anyone of any kind would forbid you?

You are something else,
You are incredible, you are a living pain, and you are indescribable.
You collect man as if you are collecting a list of groceries
You change them like clothes.
Don’t you have a conscious to listen to?
Don’t you ever get hurt, sad or cry?

Are you not scared of being pregnant? Or maybe you are aborting
Are you not scared of being infected, heartbroken as if a heart you have?
God is there, god is always present when you call upon him and god shall do you good.

(2015 -03 -16)