Evil's No More Comedy

Today, I climbed a high mountain. Mountain where I shout my disapproval. Disapproval of today’s social illnesses. Illnesses shattering the life on earth. Earth, our valuable mother. Our kind mother’s mind’s unhappy today. Today, days are red and prickly to dismay. No walks but talks of wounds and worries. Worries symbolizing contemporary sorrows. Sorrows as the sun’s been sent off brightness. Blazing conflicts for misery with societal evils. Evils of acute and endless sticking on power. Power of killing your people and feeling a doer. Happy becoming the almighty guide. For polygamy and alcohol abuse push wide. Here and there dangle abuse and corruption. Corruption and police harassment in evolution. Harassment causing animosity and nausea. Disorder, anarchy and negligence for criteria. In media, tribalism and phobia en vogue. Tribalism and ostracism feeding conflicts. Wars predicting our fateful future in shifts. The future’s now plunked in deep black darkness, Slaughtering hope and causing death in a mess. Death buries us all, and evil’s no more comedy. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile