by Ambrose Oyamo

Created on: May 19, 2009

Even Hamilton was a bastard*

It is said that a distressed man is a sacred object

Though I'd wish to accord sanctity far and beyond

In various ways and times despair has blown in

The wind following man in all his footsteps faithfully

Keen to grab any opportunity that he pliably offers.

We can borrow without interest, our excuse for distaste

With subsequent unbridled conduct towards those who

Do not appeal to our temperaments, wishes or ideals

From a deep-seated preconceived and premeditated ruthless mentality

That among us dwell, those who by any standards, are but a scam.

Many a time we have deliberately sowed the wind

In innocent lives hoping to tame and instill fear in them

And as it goes, we have reaped an outburst of whirlwind

Every child is born the same way whether a prince,

Priest, savage, yeoman, peasant, bastards et cetera.

It wounds my conscience and frails my frame

In my abortive attempt to stop my heart from bleeding

When I see the helpless and needy mortals devour

Apart from their will, the excruciating mistreatment that

Only nature limits, and condones and worse still permit.

My fellow brethren, if you choose to heed,

Let me timidly and sparingly yet to the point

Confess that the veritable subjects of our nausea

May as well be our second hope, you never know

What tomorrow will do with misfortunes of today.

Pleas make doing good your second nature,

Let us not acknowledge it only to leave it to starve

No man is born for himself and so is everything else

Grasp the fact that man is just but a breath in his nostrils

It is a lamentable frailty that cautions us to be gracious in our conducts.

*Alexander Hamilton was the first US Treasury Secretary and one of the founders of First American Bank in George Washington's Administration.

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