REALITY

REALITY

I walked upto a policeman,

“Sir, is life a cinema?

Why then do you watch criminals

Leave and live cut free?

Sir, honestly, I need a uniform,

Please don’t be misinformed,

It’s not like I want to create another you,

But I really want to be the difference

When you compare night to noon.

I refuse sitting on the fence,

Proclaiming righteous manifestoes

Yet, operating evil objectives.

Above all, I vow not to become mosquitoes

Draining hustling motorist.”

“We,” he said “may be clothed in black,

Like darkness, but our ways are not dark,

Son, don’t compare us to nights,

We are here to defend your rights.

Is not like delight

In bribes and letting sinners go unpunished.

Plus we have children we’ve furnished

With the truth and righteously building them the way they should grow,

Son, I hope you know;

We pray to God, hear clergies and read the Holy Book

And we know He has a very big eye,

He beholds all like it’s the palm of His hands.

But this is real life,

Because the truth cuts like a knife

That’s why we can’t say the truth

Corruption is in our roots

We are just the leafs

And we wish to live

Not for ourselves but for our families,

It’s not enough for them to breathe,

They also have to eat,

The salary staggers like a drunk

And our standard of living is as dead as a rock,

That why we create road blocks,

That’s how we survive,

It’s not greed that command our extra strive,

It's the need to live in-between the real and the reality

The ability to distinguish truth from Facts.”

©C. Timothy Jr.