Like the youthful consistency of a Swange dancer,
On this parallel line of life’s inconsistencies;
I see black and white. Pain and peace
All to a journey to self-discovery
I reclined in my thoughts and ask these questions
Upon this temple of liberation:
How do I skanky-leg my way to the truth
How do I dance uncontrollably towards peaceful protest?
How do I sway from side-to-side, smiling at the emergence of false reality?
Will this unsuspecting audience applaud my false bravery?
I reclined further, then I asked again
Why is the world a monotonous cacophony?
Why are seeds planted upon the earth, and not in our minds?
Why do babies announce their arrival with a loud cry and not a lullaby?
What is natural when natural is as natural as can be; organic?
Why do cows eat blades of grass and not spears of metals, guns or grenades?
Why does fire start on this dry land ravaging all in its path?
Why does biology determine the sex of an individual; male or female?
Why does social media teach our girls to be Medea against our boys;
boys who never cared if love is freeborn
Why does rain drown itself in its tears, flooding the earth?
Why is depression an option that blinds the feeble
pushing to sue men in death’s court?
Why do we spend years arranging alphabets only to spread them as suicide notes?
Are these men of letters the perfect voice for these lost boys who sojourned?
Why do the sun and the moon avoid each other before the strike of six?
Are their words like clubs and sticks by day and by night?
Why do children prefer moonlight but not the stories of old?
Why do they forget the history told at the footstool of our ancestors?
Why are the old too strong for giving up their weakness?
Why are the young now too weak giving up their strength?
What is this world without you and me?
Why does the world seek you and I daily?
How often should we fight the universe and the universe pretend to not exist?
Do monkeys go to hell for their selfishness?
Do snakes eventually have hands to keep the heart warm?
These questions are the meaninglessness of life
This life is engraved in meaningless questions
If you ask me why I asked these questions
I would tell you about the river drowning itself
I would tell you how the ocean came to its rescue;
Their bond is a challenge that is deeper than the eyes can see
This bond is a challenger deep not many can reach