I Am Not A Poet: Poem by Christian Ovbas Isuku

Though I am not a poet
But is of truth that we are no longer
mother nature's pet 
Hitherto harmless flowers now
turning thorns
Piercing flesh maliciously into
wounds of worms

Under the last shady tree I sit
Contemplating what the young sun
holds far in the east
Or should I just climb up and have
fun along the tree?
Though I am not a poet.

I am blessed philosopher
Because I tap my last strength and power
Seeking answers once met for the
gods
Or am I now a cursed philosopher
with swords
Of bitter truth earthed in arrears?
Of truth with 'malevolent' , sour-cold
taste of vinegar
Lincoln was my legendary icon
Well, I am not a poet.

Like a little brother watching porn
I am beclouded with fear amidst
pleasure
Life sounding hope-reassured horn
What can I say is our fate, after all
these earthly enclosures are burst
open by our last calm breath?
Well, I was a big fan of Einstein
So, I am not a poet.

Now the sun brings darkness
everyday
And the cloud cries down steamy
rain
Our earth now frowns at us through
flower
Or is Isuku becoming cynical?
Though I was Aristotle's grand pet
But certainly not a poet!

Christian Ovbas Isuku is a guest blogger who has since had passion for philosophy and political criticism. He graduated from Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma, Edo state, Nigeria in 2014.