Mohammed Nazeef

Rookie (Tamale, Ghana)

What I Resent - Poem by Mohammed Nazeef

It was a beautiful morning.
I welcomed my breakfast with contempt.
Pushed it aside.
Rebuked mother’s hands for the cause.
And then chose pride over hunger.
But then I walked to the world and caught a glimpse.
Channeled my vision through the window…

There, was a young lad crawling.
His ribs clearly engraved on his chest.
And limbs deprived of flesh.
He was reaching a water well with the last ounce of energy.
Hoping to replenish life.
Seeking to quench his thirst.
Whiles the scavengers lurked behind in the shadows.
On trees patiently waiting.
Hoping death would be earlier to reach the boy, so they could enact a feast.

The spectacle ignited my mind.
Injured my emotions.
At the same time put the lights on in my heart.
I had so much but never appreciated it.
I wasted barrels of water when someone needed a drop.
I let the food go bad when a lad craved for a spoon full.
What I resented was someone’s paradise…

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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