Number

by Ali Guduf

Take me back
Back to learn from history
History that’s warned of future
Future that will come
Come as tears shower from ducts history foretold
Foretold of conquests
Conquests missing something
Something as trivial as nothing
Nothing out of fear of change
Change without dignity
Dignity misunderstood
Misunderstanding life in short
Short the straw i picked
Picked but blessed to have
Have when really you have what
What is in control
Control your ability to choose
choose what you’ve learned young
Young you’ve learned right from wrong
Wrong which is easily justified
Justified my acts of impotence
Impotence the word i hate
Hate or as people say these days “HATERS!”
HATERS WHY YOU BE HATING!
Hating, is it really jealousy or impatience to ignorance
Ignorance these days is no longer shameful
Shameful my judgement without knowledge
Knowledge which never ends
Ends too soon
Soon I’ll give up this gibberish
Gibberish i hope you have patience for
For far few fellows follow fearful facts
Facts some amusing some hitting home
Home where the heart is
is in your body pumping red
Red the color of alarm
Alarm perceived differently
Differently due to experience
Experience the reason for who we are now
Now i choose to quit
Quit this gibberish and close my eyes
Eyes closed counting to three
“Three is the magic number”
DAMN! the number i think I’ve done on you