HHHMMM: A Poem of Grief Addressing the Ailing World.

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The world has issues. A lot of issues. Indeed, our generation is becoming or has become anticlockwise.

For we tend to encourage bad acts and discourage goodness.

Out of this, a poem of grief craftically presented; addresses some of these issues.

Enjoy the poem below:

 

 

 

Hmmm!
I may not be a saint

But that shouldn’t make me admire the ugly paint
I may not be a teacher
But that shouldn’t make me compromise false preachers
I may not be a healer
But that shouldn’t make me inflict on others pain

Hmmmm!
I woke up with grief not for the loss of life or wealth
I woke up with heartaches not from a broken heart but the pain of a distorted future
I woke up with tears not from the beatings of enemies but that of hailing the villain and chastising our heroes

Hmmmm!
I feel hungry not from an empty stomach
But at the starvation the needy goes through while money are wasted on streets
I feel cold not because I have no clothes
But at the sight of sisters sleeping outside on the streets
I feel fear not because am at the mercy of an enemy
But at how we hail monstrosity and applaud barbarism
I feel pain not because I have been victimized
But at the disregard for justice because we aren’t the victim

Hmmmm!
I am dumb not because I don’t know how to read
But because it’s precious to waste money on the street than send me to school
I am a villain not because I was born so
But the structures meant to guide me have become dormant

I am celebrated not because I alleviate pain
But because I live a flashy life regardless of what or who it may cause

Hmmmm!
I live in shame not because I walk naked
But because hard work is no longer celebrated
I live with scars not that of war
But that of mockery because I choose to be decent
I live stranded not because am on a weary desert
But because of hazy dark atmosphere that makes it hard for me to find my way
I live with all these but I still carry hope
For beneath the mud is where we find precious diamonds.

Poem by Hamza Hajj Ayyub. Please don’t forget to comment your opinion.

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