When Tempers Flare Poem by Ali Eliasu

I crawled my infancy; in a dung floor. No tempers flared. No tears flowed.
I toddled my childhood; in a dung floor. No tempers flared. No tears flowed.
I even walked and ran my boyhood; in a dung floor. No tempers flared. No tears flowed.
I am a living being.

I hunted my daily meal; under a scorch sun. No tempers flared. No tears flowed.
I watched my outdoor games; under a scorch sun. No tempers flared. No tears flowed.
I am a living being.

Then tempers flared; and tears flowed.
I lay in a gold-laden floor, tenderly covered.
I saw no scorch sun, above me was a gold-laden lid - specially designed.
I got carried, like a king.
I am a dead being.