The Ugly Thing
The ugly thing, unlike the workmanship of God
I wonder if our forefathers knew about it, abnormal of insects or birds of our time
Her rumbling fart reverberates the earth,
What does she eat?
Out of her oblong belly comes humans like my nephew.
Comfortable or not, a good reason to be scared
Neither blood nor cud can I give thee,
For jewels and justice you rob, the pride of men
Whatever they call you, i can't bother the gods
Yowl and find your way back, for you are not a friend here and out there.
Friday, March 19, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: technology
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A primitive clan saw a helicopter for the first time when it landed in their village.it was difficult for them to figure out what it was, An old chief in my mind put these lines to my ear as he stare perplex.