Diary of the roaming Ant

Diary of the roaming Ant

A Poem by M'Fun Keap
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Ever noticed the frustrating traffic buildup on the highway? We all heading one direction in the morn, and back in the eve.

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Dusk to dawn and back again we toil
The cursed earth on which we tread
This lonely aisle we all take
Day by day eating the crusty soil

In a file we go back and forth
Gathering the remains of memories past
Building high mansions
To which we may never return

Pretty faces we meet along the way
Gives hope to our dying hearts
Beautiful memories of which we cherish
We pick without merit

Holding on to hope 
Praying we never break apart
Praying we may not be crushed
By life’s unending merciless turmoil 

Day by day we tread
Marching to the tunes
Of the slave masters whip
That leads us all to the merciless deep

Through the mist we grope
Blind leading the blind
Following only our sense of reasoning
Taking step after step

When shall this slavery end?!!
When shall we rest?!!
Who shall save us?!!
And to our weary backs tend?!!

Our legs hurt!!!
Everyday we tell ourselves“
We just can’t take it anymore!!”
Carrying this burden is just too much!! 

But we have to
Until we reach the place of no return
Where our limits would be exceeded
And our backs remoulded to a hunch 

But could there be a possibility of hope
To this endless punishment?
Could there possibly be an Island
Where lush green grows?
 
The smiles seem to work
Covering the inner ghost
Clothing the pain
Hiding the ache

Soon we shall be no more
My memory deleted from existence
Knowing this fact we proceed
Until we can’t take it anymo…………………

© 2015 M'Fun Keap


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Added on January 22, 2015
Last Updated on January 22, 2015
Tags: Life, Work, Stress, Journey, Relief, Death

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M'Fun Keap
M'Fun Keap

Abuja, Nigeria



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Quiet thinker. I speak only with my pen and pencil. Your inner voice is my paper I speak into your thoughts The world is my inspiration. Christ Jesus is my boss. I am nothing without him. more..

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