The Snake - Poem by Ayobami Idowu
Why for the world is this injustice done!
Why do we hold on to our feeble selves!
Do we not see this evil device
that secretly entices us to render our lives
She quietly lays at the bottom of the sea
the savior to our hungered beings
Sacrificing her body for our needs
Our bellies rolling
Complacent with life
And just as we are full at the place we cried, we bleed and soon to die
Our bellies overly comforted
We decided to make our beds
Convinced we have been saved by she
who became our selfless friend!
Why is this not seen!
This prey was never a friend!
She convinces us she is dead
We, being fools believe
not seeing how cleverly she deceives
Her shoulder was warm when, in us hunger burned
Her solace was sweet when, the world would not let us turn
Indebted to her unrelenting sacrifice
ignoring our admonition
We face her with our lives
believing her sweetest truth
But why can we not see?
She is no prey or friend!
A pr editor can never be a friend!
Who will assemble the bones when she is done?
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