Not sigh, but If only they could chat

In languages we comprehend

Sure there would be an end

To the wrongs we do as good.

The devilish inimical extremist

Dirty politics we play for command

Makes me wonder is kill them all

….The purpose of existence?

Every clap we make

Has a dead butterfly in it

If only we could comprehend

Would a fly die this way?

For God sake,

The world is just made for man only

Well every mad man feels okay

If the heart doesn’t feel wrong, is it right?

If only

The insects we crush

The rodents we trap

The cattle and birds we hunt

Everything that has life… just-mention

Could speak to us on the hour or after the hour of death

Then we will know we are inhuman

And irrational in decisions we make.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka