Looking at this route today
I am thrown off balance
Tears welling up in my eyes
Tears I cannot hold back with ease
He said: my son this is the route
Follow this route so you can live
Here and after. Do not die twice
Yet this route has wholly changed
It now has many branches
Like tributaries of the River Nile
These newly attained branches
I am aware that belong to individuals
The majority now use the branches instead
The big route is completely out of taste
It's started getting bushy and narrower
People despise you when you follow it
A thing of the past they say it is
Then you pay highly to follow tributaries
And become a real man among men
All in one single line heading to doom
The right has become wrong and wrong right
A route meant to save as I now see
Will be the undoing of many souls
Alone though, I must follow this route
The Path
Isaac Watum
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/29/2022
Poet's note: I wrote this poem to criticize the religious division and how people have turned religion into a tool of enmity.
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Poem topics: alone, people, river, son, today, real, single, taste, hold, live, thrown, save, belong, wrong, follow, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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