The Frog
Various animals, Almighty God created
In water, on land, in the air them he placed
Like a tick, others on other bodies he stuck
The frog on land and in water, he acclimates.
His slippery skin, good protection it makes
Into the water, he dives and swims like a fish
Lob him on the land, he leaps to gulp worms
On the land, he bounds and makes croaks.
For you dare fling him in the air, God he meets
In the air, he will suffocate for soaring he cannot.
Prayers he says and clemency he begs for soul purity
He cares not; he has confessed heavy and light sacrilege
Widowing insects, orphaning others but divine justice
The frog awaits, her eggs to leave and die in the cold
And so, the frog in pieces has slept eternally in peace
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2020
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