All around me, I see grief.
Left, right, everywhere…a close
This wall strikes a pose!
To what do I ascribe these commotions?
How do I curtail these agonizing emotions?
At best, your theories are illusions.
Be still, perhaps you’ll catch the vision…
Once, I ruled
Then, I goofed!
Little did I know
That my ego must bow!
Now I know. Let it be known!
When seeds are sown
They obey the laws;
They sprout to nature’s applause.
Now, I watch in three dimensions
The children of my creation
Ah! What a nasty potter!
Not a word more to utter.
Written by: Miranda Ese Ogboru
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.