This Life My Brother
My brother, this life is deep!
Sometimes I laugh when you see me
And sometimes I smile at you
Sometimes I sing when you see me
And sometimes I dance
My brother, it's not what you see
Sometimes I gnash my teeth when you see me
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I celebrate
And sometimes I mourn
Sometimes I shake my head
And sometimes I mumble words
My brother, it's not what you see
Sometimes we break kolanut when you see me
And sometimes we drink burukutu, inhale tobacco
Sometimes I am happy when you see me
Sometimes I am sad
But,
It's not what you think
Sometimes we watch the sky smile at us
With endless sunshine
And sometimes we watch it cry
Limithlessly with rain
Sometimes you see me dazzle and shazzle
Sometimes I see your muggles and struggles
Sometimes you see my gun
And sometimes I smell your bile, blood
My brother,
It's not what you see
Sometimes you see the pain in my eyes
Sometimes I picture and capture your sorrows, sadness
Sometimes we dream together
And sometimes we visualize it as is
But,
It's not what you see
Sometimes we watch the sun rise together
And sometimes nightfall
Sometimes we sit by the fireplace,
Watch the moon, stars,
Wake-up, play catch-up,
Brake-up and snuggle-up;
Children play moonlight games
Sometimes amid blaring sun,
We wallow in fawning doldrums,
Decadence, delirium and darkness
Sometimes I tell you my story
And oftentimes you reel out your sorrows, invocations
But,it's not what you think, see or believe
My brother, this life is deep!
Copyright © Harry Biosah | Year Posted 2019
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