Lamentation: Poetry
Look at you man
And you woman
What have you done?
What did I do?
What do you really think you achieved?
Is it smiles I see on those faces?
Woman?
Man?
That you severed me?
That it went on well?
Is that cash I see you pay?
For a service?
Oh….no!
But I was on my own
You ploughed the ground
Obtained the fine tilt
Prepared soil for my supposed bloom
Now why my doom?
You planted me as I should
I was glad to be given a chance to sprout
I was beginning to
With all the joy I could muster.
I had imagined
How my leaves would shoot out
How my roots would gain ground
Thrilled by prospects of life on mother-earth
But suddenly,
Unwanted, became my name.
If only I could protest.
Why I must not spread out
From the soil you prepared
Became the song you sang
The dream you dreamt
You scooped me out!
With tears coursing down my eyes,
I tell you this!
I could have been anything I was destined to be
What of all I could have offered?
You botched them!
My case dismissed in your court
Without my being heard
Never ran my own race
You never knew how sweet its fruit could have been
Of the tree you never allowed to be
Think of if you had gone like me,
Never able to express yourselves
You became,
Your desire to go on,
Built around your helplessness.
What is this fate you fetched me?
