Scraps in the whirlwind
Tossed and jostled about
Adrift on a wood log
Afloat on a deep and dangerous sea
Balancing precariously on the precipice
On the fringe of imminent collapse
Completely conscious of impending disaster
That’s what we are.
A particle in the sands of time
A shrub among the poplars
Like a dwarf in “Belfuscu”
Swirled about on the wheels of fortune
Unable to chart our own course
A rat surrounded by a million cats
A bat that has lost both paths
That’s what we are.
If we fail, who cares?
But will succeed who dares!
It is like “we are tied to a stake
And bared about by many dogs
But bearlike we must fight the course”.
And when the storm is over
Will we settle down in clover?
Like scraps in a whirlwind
We will settle down, but to what?
For how long?
Another storm looms
This time from the harmattan wind.
© Anuforo Kingsley.
