macaulay akinbami

Rookie - 228 Points (7th February / Lagos, Nigeria)

Who Handled You, Who Sat On You? - Poem by macaulay akinbami

Handlers,
In innocence helplessly we wait,
We have never trod this path before, so waiting, we must
For the guidance,
Good or bad. They brought us here,
Despising our willingness
Some for their gain, others for their shame,
Which must be concealed by our presence, here we are,
Needing instruction, as they in time past were instructed
To the good ways or evil which we must learn from them
By religion they cautioned us,
Some forcing us to paths of their passions,
Preventing the questioning of the rights,
As ignorant conjures obedience by all forms
We are “Brain-washed” into all for which some defected
When they realized their errors;
And we follow along, (Not questioning) the sects and divisions
Both seen and loud in our minds
We were formed into shapes of the passions of our “handlers”
Some good, really good
Others bad, very bad
Parent handlers a first monopoly of our innocence
Many rode horses with the Epitaph “Folly” with arrogance
The sincere one apologize before their deaths with tears
“How badly I have mishandled you” they say
But it is too late
The shape is formed and must form another
Either in ignorance or ready for a change
Handlers who taught Hatred opposing Love
Wars, opposing Peace,
Wickedness rather than goodness
Greed as against contentment
Teachers too,
Our next handlers to whom the best of our future confided
They must compel or confuse us by logic and rules of philosophies
Do they care?
For the future or their Pay?
They have a role also and must form innocence and ignorance into shape and sizes
Friends from various homes as handlers
Adding to us what (they) we neglected
And taking from us what we (They) ignored
When our sorrows are endemic,
We seek clergies, these also must handle us
To suffuse all that we pass bye from the Holy Book
Some truly “God’s men”, and others truly “Men’s god”
Yet as handlers, they must to duty today
And We, badly brushed on life’s path ignoring signpost
Seeking solutions at all cost.
There are also political handlers
These in their world, drunken with temporal Power
Drives a People or nations, to the good or the doom
Bad cancel is common to them
They too often ignores the good
Immoral Handlers are common also to all
For the Lust which drives us all,
For temporal lures of our flesh
We brought pains from which we now groan
Again in Religion
There are two renowned Handlers,
One went about doing good, You Know Him. You read of Him
Healing all manners of diseases and as The Book informed
He died to save all who on him believes,
Even you as I have also on Him trusted for my sins
He rose and would soon return as the Judge of all
The other is renowned for hatred, and senseless wars
A murderer
A brutal bloodthirsty warrior, the sponsor of all Crimes and death
The one for whom “Osama Bin Laden” is now know to be the hater of all men
He also died as a handler
His grave still harbor him, he never rose,
Never claims to know THE way, The Truth, and The Life.
Yet you follow him blindly
How badly were you handled?
You can still turn 190 degree to the right path
This is not a Poem, it is like it.

And I will turn my hand upon thee, and purely purge away thy dross, and take away all thy tin: Isa 1: 25


Comments about Who Handled You, Who Sat On You? by macaulay akinbami

  • (5/6/2011 3:34:00 AM)


    Nice poem. Very well conceived. Rich in imagery and style. Fine poetics. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011


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