The Few That Live

"Not everybody lives"

A band of dancers scattered upon a stage,
To dance to the tune of scripted destiny,
Each muscle jolts to the call of the music,
And these fellows have no mind to call their own,
The crown of their souls rests on the piper's
cob-webbed peasant head,
They are the multitude.

Some stop to look on though,
For their lack of dance skills,
Or their heart's divorce from the whole charade
which puzzles their fragile half-lit manners,
They blank out and fade into the audience,
Like dark vague shadows,
They are everywhere.

Few jeer up and throw the script off the stage,
And listen to the songs within themselves,
Their unchoreographed veins twitch on self-accord,
And they only move as they wish to throughout
because of their sudden awakening,
They are the free thinkers,
They are the few that truly live.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

dancers scattered on a stage. really like that line - creates both an image and there is a poetic sound to it. Listening to the song within oneself. that's powerful too.

[Leslie Philibert]

This is very, very good, descriptive yet at the same time wise and full of truth.
Another example of great poetry from Africa, that has a long traditional of story-telling and literature.
Read this, if you like quality.

[Master K-tops]

This is the best review I have ever gotten for a work of mine. I am greatly honoured. Thank you so much.

[Chinedu Ubah]

Nice one, bruh

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Really great work here. Full of the essence of taking control and finding a true meaning to life. And its all hidden in a beautiful story-like poem. Job well done. Stay inspired.

[Master K-tops]

Thank you for your kind review.