Wine of Confusion
WINE OF CONFUSION
Days pass past peoples’ presence,
And see them they can’t even though they try,
They open their eyes thoroughly,
But still…still they cannot see,
They are drunk…wine of confusion.
A voice, voices itself from within,
But still their ears don’t hear,
Their hearts are stones,
They refuse reason they won’t budge.
They are drunk…wine of confusion.
They walk ahead of themselves,
Staggering, stooping and stepping off path,
Their gaits unstable, their steps are shaky,
They trip fall, trip fall, trip fall again,
They are drunk…wine of confusion.
They sit and wonder,
But off their minds wander,
To lands unknown,
They make mistakes today,
Tomorrow they do it again,
They don’t know right, they know not left
They are drunk…wine of confusion.
When its pain, they hear joy,
When its love, they see hate,
When warned, they see compliments,
When it’s peaceful they see war,
Everything is a jumble, and all they do is grumble,
They are drunk…wine of confusion.
Copyright © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2015
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