Fleeting clouds (poem)
Am I really fit to be called a human.
Am I even fit to be called a being.Why do I tell myself I do this for a better tomorrow
When I know every of my actions put people in sorrow.
Why do I close my eyes thinking people won’t see me.
Then I wreak havoc and tell people it wasn’t me.
Why would I hoard unnecessary things knowing people need them
And when people cal me out for it I be like fem
Then after I destroy people’s lives I sit back and laugh at them
While I make sure my kids are the creme de la creme.
I plot nefariously on my coworkers and give them a slow death.
Never even once thinking about my own end
Them I live like I’m ontop of the world
A world built on the sweats, bones, blood and curses of the common man.
But I don’t care about those things cos I think I’m god
But this god fell sick.
And this god died.
Then everything I ever plotted for, killed for and maimed for was forever lost.
I’m death I couldn’t use them.
Think I think to myself this time around.
Everything thing I ever pursued were just fleeting clouds.
Written by Vincent Ola-Oni (Seven)