ored with the unhealthy politics
in the polity,
and fed up with the political gimmick
of whitewashing the guilty
and blackmailing the innocent,
where a fox is a saint,
and the dove, a carrier criminal.
Uncomfortable with media advisers
using propaganda hype
to make grotesque exaggeration
of their master’swork,
I encase my feet in simple canvas,
and into the womb of the wood I strolled,
to mingle with nature,
and offload my pains
occasioned bymental fatigue
induced by dirty politics.
While in the wood,
nature filled the air with stillness,
yet I could hear the voiceless echoes
of the hymns of history cascading down
with interlude andcadence,
and birds in their flight sang sweet serenade.
Enjoyed the aroma of therapeutic herbs,
that soothed many days
of overheated mind
and troubled heart.
Observed the different communities
and governments in the wood –
community of worms
In their burrows
where they relax in piece.
Amazed by the beautiful architecture
of the ants, and how they paraded
along well ordered line of duty.
Captivated by the intricate webs
woven by the spider.
Gawped at mating flies
on the glossy greenleaf.
Entertained by squirrels
playing hide and seek,
Listened to the buzzing
of the bubble bee.
And of course,
I did gaze at clouded butterfly
as they flutter lazily
from plant to plant feasting on nectar
and pollinating along their way.
I stood and stared at detached leaves
before the howling wind,
twirling until they carpeted the ground.
And as the day drew to an end in sun set,
I left the forest where truth could not be distorted
or mingled with fable.
March 18, 2018