Flummoxed!! Bewilderment clouded his mind day and night
His mind divorced his entire body denying him sight
Like a prisoner with a life sentence, he begged God to free him if He might.
He meandered the face of the Earth seeking the smallest bite
From the forbidden fruit, so may he glide swiftly like a kite.
Who was to blame for this inconceivable pain?
Such a jammy lad who possessed all; nothing neoteric to gain
Could it be the six blossoms that he slain?
Nature contrivanced to flog him, in her arms sat a burgundy cain
Two roads leading to the honey-comb yellowed sun, the wider one being the main.
Big black bear roaring, “She’s mine!”
Pacing. Racing, chasing past the pine
Time is running out, he has to get his chatels in line
Should he reach the river in time, everything will be fine
For all that matters, is that one swill. A drink that will save nine.
-Red Art by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.