Confusion | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 218: CONFUSION
i.
everywhere in wazobia people are fighting for freedom

wresting p o w e r
from the rulers of the kingdom

blaming others for their own faults

north say it's the south
south say it's the north

how can we win this fight
by throwing tantrums at everything trivia?

ii.
everywhere in this clime people are fighting for wisdom

no one knows what is right
no one knows what is wrong

you uphold the wrong kind of right
I uphold the right kind of wrong

how can we win this fight against sour laws
by trading blames for peanuts?

iii.
in every heart are raging wars against boring norms
and silly laws

right says it's wrong
left never feels right

parents say it's us
religion says it's lust
we say it's everyone

how can we erase these lies
we've come so far so fast
to embrace?

when shall we take chill pills
and blame no one when our interests collide
and beliefs run into a wall?

iv.
everywhere is a dark space of chaos
everyone is a masterpiece of confusion

at the end, everything ends here,
incomplete, like this p o e m

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