World Of Men Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

THE WORLD OF MEN

In God's terrestrial terrain, man's his regent.
Not until the helper heeded the subtle agent;
Yet nobility our custom, we suit in glory.
Lobed with ego, exploits colours our story.
Crowned with the brain by which we rule;
Why are we witless when the belles pull.


With strength we ascend from the caves of Mars.
To protect and provide, we turn scars to stars.
For money is our Sun, and women the moon.
We embrace riches and power as favourite tune;
Dance to survive, or shrink to extinction.
Like lions we lie in the pride of distinction.


Behind the marchioness, just boys grown tall;
Moral naked apes, polygamous blood in all.
Bait them with good meat, coitus and honour,
Forever they will be caged in the conjugal parlour.
World of men, rugged and simply interesting.
Libido is our curse as well as big blessing.

OBIGOD CHIDI C.
© 16-05-2015