"MY GRANDFATHER'S EYE" BY GLADYS MBILLA

MY GRANDFATHER'S EYE

My grandfather's eye,
Sees no distant lands,
Lands far from his ailing sight,
Its blurred like a cloth from a dark dye.

My grandfather's mind,
Thinks not into the far distant tomorrow,
Far from that which concerns his present need,
Needs that weighs heavily on his failing might.


My grandfather's ear hears not the little cries,
Of pain and anguish on our offspring's plight,
Of what becomes of them of what make we today of them,
Piling up "dirts" as high as reaching the blue skies.

My grandfather's heart is hardened like a volcanic rock,
A small knife swallowed, that will pierce through time
Like Skeletons in stillborn promises,
To devour the birth rights of our offspring.

An ambassadorial gong beater
Whose head lives abroad and
His anus, at home leaves,
Patriots in reverse gear.


Determined preacher of lost hope
Impoverished folks at home, yet
Merchants of loots and loafers
With position occupants, yet, enemies of service.


My grandfather's heart aches
Of the remains of his able bodied chatters,
Which strips our purse naked
Using a "coloured" man's machine.

My grandfather's eye is blurred
My grandfather's heart is rock,
My grandfather's mind is blocked and
My grandfather's life is an ambassador of poverty.


Written by:

Gladys Alasid Mbilla

allasid.mbilla@gmail.com

0556491371