There she lay!

There she lay.
Beside the grave,
close to grave.
dozy, waiting for sleep,
but it tarries.

There she lay,
under the heat of the day,
and dampened by few at night.
The rain bathe.
The sun towels.

There she lay,
Close to grave.
Passers-by shake heads,filled with pity,
but pray for his return,
The biblical indigene of Samaria.

There she lay,
her cry reminds them
of their unploughed farms,
undeveloped sites,
and their hungry unborn babies.

There she lay,
reminiscing on the start of the journey,
the smooth road,
when it got rough,
what consequented her predicament?

There she lay,
thinking of the crops she planted,
the cost of ploughing,
and the expected harvest.
What an irony of life!

Lizards crawl on their belly.

Lizards crawl on their belly
as a result of fate.
No one knows those the belly ache.
Are all shoots of friendly gesture rooted in the mind?
Or streams of homely smiles,
sourced from a pleasant inside?
Why should the hot water in the aluminium steel feel cold on the outside?
Why should a thing glitter when it isn't gold?
How do one live right and be sure he is at peace with another?
Men, like chameleon, the shade you see,
the shade of deceit aimed at making you the fool.
Placing on you a crown of thorns,
in guise of a that of olive branches.
Those same that lick your boot,
turn to bite your back.
Oh! How herculean
trying to diagnose the ache.
Rather see the belly,
and ignore the ache.