Damming the Waterfalls

Wisdom so rare but fluid perched on African man damming the waterfalls of a rapid river he did his choice of materials was not cement and wires iron bars and ridges he did not want to use engineers and experts he ridged off the project and he asked a silent but loud question; “Why should I suffer using all those false things?” The so called experts clumsy and lazy are nothing. And he started the noble project with enthusiasm; old friends, family members, brain-mates he called those looking like him, walked like him, village mates fellows that cooked meals in schools he invited the night watchmen and drivers women took part All he lined up across the river and waterfall “Hold the arms so firmly and never let go”, he said Day one and two human metals and cement survived. But day three all were weary, hungry and helpless; and storm came sweeping all down the valleys. Engineers who were rejected were abroad or annoyed with little to save by human efforts the dam crumbled the world gathered and sang funeral dirges in agony; Men of self-styled wisdom, life is temporary, fragile “Damming waterfalls by human chain is damming forces of the dark and unknowable universe. Listen. It is mission undertaken by fools applauded by fools chartered by fools in a foolery project of doom.”