Between Two Dunderhead Friends

Between Two Dunderhead Friends What if dunderheads befriend dead-woods? They can only do as cowards do, For they are just mentally constrained to; Rationalize than defend Their defenceless senseless; Being and pride in helpless Cry-foul. They're just as thin air between dark clouds, They descend in envious yet porous; And empty as vessels of a dumb Mongrel that only bites when fed And often Fall from grace to disgrace their soul. For they not know their purpose, They just are dead; As walking skeletal kind. They are never here nor there. They chase a silent wind from imaginative deficiency, As though theirs were a brutalized kind without remedy, For enemy Is their most adorable human face. They are ready; For what does not concern their little mind. They really are just as innocent like a broken child, Their innocence is deceptive, as snake to a tongue. Yet enslave their brethren with perceptive arms; Of a lost but lunatic. O what a vulnerable pal, For yours would fade into pages of the missing. After all; Life cares not about you either. You can harden to a stone, For hard ears rebel against their deafness. They're prone To know the truth as though they had known, And I know that you feel weak when I talk, As days have coloured in empty blue skies galore! 01082015-0320 Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental Inspiration Poetry, 2016 This poem discourages greedy and seemingly narrowed-bourgeois friendship. It scores further to forewarn human beings against such deceptive 'mark of the beast'. For life is just a friendly kind, yet distorted by shadows of friendship.