The Problem Is
The Problem Is
Quickly we throw in the towel
Like sheep to quail and grovel
We think Problems is Nature
And, misery is Human Culture
We’re neck-deep in dire Need
Accepting it like a noble Creed
We believe Others know it all
Ours is to knock heads on a wall
We then stop to think or to try
Hopeless a Pig will never fly!
We sit a beggar’s bowl in hand
“We’re the wretched of the land”
We look up the blue Heaven
For Bread that is not leaven!
When we hunger we curse God
When we sate we forget God.
When we over eat to dysentery
We cry and say: “God is angry!”
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Greed light the Road we tread
To rob others of scarce bread
We are drunk and stop to think
When in Love our Hearts sink
We cheat and get away with it
Then celebrate it as novel wit
We pray with one eye closed
And believe the Heart is glossed
When the Devil’s hand shakes
We’re damn miserable wrecks!
The problem is we’re a problem
Which begets another problem.
The Problem which is a Problem:
How best to solve this Problem!
JM
13th Nov’ 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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