How long would man forbear?
The oppression of the wicked,
The incessant lack and want,
Which casts clouds over days of one's life,
The longing and waiting for love,
That forever may never be won?

How long may we forbear?
The feelings of pain from cradle to grave,
Pandemics of man made and nature inflicts?
Today we fold our arms in prayers,
To heavens having hopes for heaves of relief and answers to questions long surround our fate.
What more is there to life?
If we lived in isolation, dragging our feet on penury path today and;
Face sudden demise at the break of dawn?

How long would man forbear?
The scorching of the sun at the breaking
of backs from weight of labour?
The breaking of heart by infidelity and promiscuity of the ones we loved?
The unending betrayals, lies and indifference from the tables of our elites?
The inequality that keeps the world apart?

What is delightful in a world of conflict?
A world torn apart by vices and crisis?
Yesterday man up against his fellow,
Today, a husband at throat with his wife
While the children watch,livid with fear,
Tomorrow, an infectious society stands
poised on the shoulders of these poorly young breeds to repeat the circle again and again.

What more may we not FORBEAR?
The incessant deaths of our prime loved ones as greed and religion clashes unending?
What more may we not FORBEAR?
A failed solemnity?
The hardship that stares in the face of the minority?
An unending tale tale stories of leaders sick at heart and tongue?
Or a foe in disguise of a friend?
What more lay in wait to forbear at the dawn of Covid19?