Nobody likes to be studied too closely,
under the microscope we all display
a ridiculous, multicellular idiocy.
What gives us away
is how we squirm as the light seeks us out,
or scurry behind any rock-like molecule
to fearfully disguise
being caught by surprise.
Unlike the noble monkey and ape,
who know not the concept of foolishness,
they do not shy away
from any prying eye - are not ashamed
to be what they are.
We, the unchallenged and unhinged,
avoid at all costs to be studied
even by the flea or ant.
Look up humanity, look to the sky
there are beings up there,
their ships are spyglasses,
their point of view is to study you,
and when they figure us out
they will magnify our intellect,
examine it close
until it gets large enough
to be squashed.
*Image of Battle of the Little Bighorn by History.com
To See Or Not To See
General Custer had a sentry,
A man of trust whose name was Henry,
He lost his spyglasses,
Used his blurred eyeglasses,
Yelled, "Those Indians sorta friendly."
2022 June 01
Long after our political matric
Green meant for Agric to make us thick
Become green for vices that make us weak
We are on the weed of our land
Britmen sow the seed of this weed
We choose to light them to life
In attempt to high our livelihood with greed
We lost and now we thrive
Madness everywhere
A norm of this wrecked badland
Need no spyglasses to view it clear
We are on the weed of our land
Failure to nurture our culture fast,
Disregarding the sweat of our Heroes past,
And their nation building incantations
Make us subsume abominations.
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