by Ernest Armah

Pop culture breed a consonant life
Pretense has got the best part of us
The good life
So extraverted and perverted
No longer assumes the path
Of the ever dictum uniqueness of the living.

Life has become under-nourished
Thus stunted
Everyone, feeding on the same borrowed concept
Being you has become a felony
Wall on all four corners
The perimeter becomes your only space
A space forged by little minds.

Have a deed bigger than this stupid-deedty
Never be enslaved to be a cargo in any form of semantic wholesale
Have your own deed-tion
Nourish life with worthy aesthetics
When time takes you away
The timeless ‘you’ you left behind would stay
For verbs are louder than nouns