POEM: The Song of a Skeptic & Life

The Song of a  Skeptic

What is yonder?

What is beyond that all look at with great anxiety?

Anxiety born of anticipation will not lead us anywhere.

Who is he that says there is something all can’t see?

Tell me the truth!

I shall not take your words at their face value.

I doubt if they are the words of truth.

What are your proofs that there is something beyond?

Tell me the truth. Are those bones and skeletons

Smouldering in their graves up in heaven?

I have my doubts I will not mention them

Or the world will take me for mad.

                                                                                                S. M. LUKUMANU          

Life

The Morning of out day

Is quite free from toil;

We just have to eat

And only have to play.

The Noon of our day

May be red or green;

With care as a weapon

We fight for what’s to be.

The Evening of our day

Results from the Noon;

If red it can’t be green

If green it can’t be red.

                                                                                                                            KWABENA ASIEDU