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?
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