To be fat
To be slim
Which is our making?
To be dark
To be fair
To the black
To the white,
Who make all things?
I am man
Are you a woman?
Sure is the human
Curse's the division.
For which is the heart
Where lives the mind
Isn't a forest for same Hart
This forest maybe blind.
Who Make All Things.
Promise Ita Okpohoudeme
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/25/2023
Poet's note: The poem seeks to query the structural position of the world which turns to inflict much pain and suffering on humanity. The first stanza looks into the conceptions of power, authority, military prowess, etc, above all, super nation against the inferior ones.
The second stanza discusses the issue of color, race. Nevertheless, it is the mindset that makes the difference. The black can even attends great height than the Whites once they possessed the right mindset.
The third stanza discusses the division and the marginalization of the other because she is a "woman". The issue of objectivity and subjectivity, this is the society's structuring, which is not fair. It doesn't permit necessary growths and developments.
Above all, none of these things are Man's making rather the Watcher who does whatever pleases him. So, man involvements in these situations bring the problems he faces on Earth.
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Poem topics: dark, heart, woman, human, white, mind, blind, black, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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