POEM 289: ISMS
here’s my tag and that’s yours
here’s the mark, you may not cross
how can one carve a coal coloured portrait of me and label him the devil?
what said the iroko to the eagle?
‘my branches are also for vultures’
Shouldn’t you swallow your ego?
a boy has to acquire feminine traits?
That’s right: you never rode this thought lane.
because a specie couldn’t find her place,
she tramples on ‘head’ to save her face.
we all are hungry beasts
but man, mine consumes the bone and meat.
No! Don’t adjust the landmark
Ours is absolute, the snake would bite!
We clap, they dance!
So hell is their Canaan land?
because bias rules our sensibilities,
we remain devoted to antique cultures
like the rampant run of one gender above the other.
because exaggerated conceptions earns us multiple orgasms,
so we throw jabs, one against the other,
with generalizations even toddlers cringe at.
to value our values,
to meet needs without greed,
to promote selfless interests,
to uphold an all inclusive dignity,
to flaunt freedom unbound by rigid liberalism.
I feel uneasy
humanity holds in high esteem isms
that set boundaries on no man’s land.