Magical Perplexity
by M. Griswold
06192020
Your a magical mystery which draws me near.
Can't place my finger on it, yet it is perfectly clear.
That twinkling in your eye, the warmth of your smile.
The grace of your form with such a beautiful style.
An attractive force which I just can't resist.
I am helpless in heart as the currents persist.
Driving me endlessly like a moth to a flame.
Your spirit does entrance me, direct in it's aim.
Why so captive am I that I am a ponder to understand.
Never have I been under such a magical command.
Demanding my affections to which I voluntarily give.
For it seems now without you I surely wouldn't live.
Beautiful sorcery to which I haven't any self control.
Of primal surge passionate does it lustfully grow.
Your magical mystery of soulful, wrenching harmony.
Is wonderfully quizzical, mystical in it's perplexity.
Lying around in the middle of the city
Urine all over her skirt
Flies enjoying the aromatic smell of it
Shame no more bothering her
She has given up on life.
A woman whose beauty was once every man's dream
Life has tossed her apart and left her to rot
In the scorching sun
Paralysed by the unpleasant situations of life
Poverty prevailing.
Tears melt from the corners of her eyes
Hope she has lost
Future a word not existing
For she has given up on life.
Lying there she remains an attractive force of onlookers
Passing by with disgust, mercy no more
A mother, children have lost
A sister brutally milked by sorrows
She has given up on life..
God bless Africa
In poverty and despair we weep
Children motherless though mothers not dead
Fathers absent yet present
The socioeconomic fight cintinues...