Celebrating East African Writing!
One day I was walking in town,
Doing nothing, just going up and down;
Suddenly I saw this fine looking fellow,
Talking to a crowd that looked very mellow.
I neared the crowd to hear,
What the fellow held so dear;
At least I had found something to do,
Other than walking around without a clue.
This fine fellow was a preacher I found,
Who was hunting for those that were bound;
He held a big book in his right hand,
On the left a basket to collect some rand.
The preacher talked nicely about love.
I even thought he was a human dove;
The people seemed very happy indeed,
You could think they were high on weed.
Then the meeting came to an end,
And I decided to take the nearest bend;
Suddenly I met disaster in an alley,
As thugs robbed me of all my mali.
I stood there confused and clotheless,
Passing people thought I was useless;
I tried begging for some little assistance,
But they looked at me as if I was a nuisance.
Suddenly the preacher man appeared,
He was whistling and scratching his beard;
I waved and beckoned him for help,
But alas, he also started to yelp!
I was startled, puzzled and heartbroken,
A man in need had just been forsaken;
I knelt down and started to pray,
Coz the preacher was more naked I say.
This poem is part of the January 31st 2011 Free Theme & Style Poetry Competition. You have until February 26th 2011 to read and vote for it. Please comment and indicate your opinion of the poem on a scale of 1 to 5.