I wonder as I pondered away
What makes One act so strange
Is it the series of actions seen at that moment
Or the covert thoughts yet to be displayed
Still the thousands of events long processed
Would Man digest before he’s tagged to an act
Should it be why he is acting so Strange?
For this is what makes him so to himself
How is it that he failed this simple test?
There is no way such can befriend my child
Can I rethink this through by asking him why?
Thousands of thoughts will trail the mind
Yet few a action is cast to get a frame
That all were but wishful dispositions that lacked time
When the day is past and such actions gone.
Still their thoughts pour out eventually but sentimentally
Those dream actions locked with few encounters shared.
So like the rest we pour out our take
How this or that should be done but none to show it
And when indeed an example portrayed is cast
The kicks, disapproval and indifference beclouded
Very little may be the lesson learned
But better still the Wise has been schooled.
Yet one is slow to learn from a thousand stories told
Of Life History, Fiction or Prose so extensively sold
Though this is time to grade how one fared
Or how quickly thin or thick the lesson soared
Nevertheless what is there to tell
Mine is made and there is different sides to sell.
Gentle as I slip into my rein
Different Shouts of Howls and Hail,
Distort the reflects I beheld
Only to be Whisked back to the place of the Estranged Crowd.
As it happened in Split of Time,
The Covering of the Earth Scattered around
The Quake of the Mountains chanting in Rhymes,
The Fall of Buildings, the Bridges twisting in loud Sounds;
Now I see why I fail to ponder
The Reflects I chose in time to wonder,
As I see the wails of them made me Shudder
Why the Earth should bid its Final Goodbye.
Or So I see in the Movies I marveled,
The Groans of those entrapped in these Mess,
For the Sea too that was so deep is now Dried up
And all within it wrestle to survive.
So it is for those I see,
For I knew neither to Say or Pray with them,
‘Be Calm, All is Well’ or ‘Lord, Your Kingdom Come’.
Would they join with the Animals as they Cry to their Maker.
I trek on the street alone With people walking together to places known
Chattering, Bickering and Screaming of different moods
Shared as they pass each other by with sparks emotions sparse
Which one cannot tell the difference between scenes of a Market place from a Cinema’s Still they carry on so indifferently about their Businesses.
Yet there is this person whom from no where walks through their midst.
With a History Hardly traced or reckoned by History.
In Silence he arrived Mother Earth,
And wishes to depart the world in a more quiet exist.
He arrives to struggle through like this people in the Street,
Making Waves which has become fame but as quiet as the wind,
Despite the jubilations and applause he earns but unnoticed,
And those who cheer him for his strides which is scarcely heard;
Still he is jeered by those who hardly knew him,
He does not care less.
A new record is broken and its his for keeps.
You dare to try but end up begging to care,
This the thought for those who tried to give a fight.
But for the few who began this feat, they scarcely share.
Thus a lesson learnt for so obstinate a Street
Endeared in their Indifferent behaviour or gestures,
Whether Wealthy, Middle, or Poor the class may be,
All shall acclaim as they render their praise to this Unknown Man.