POEMS WITH RUKENNY

COLD

Hearts of flesh

Now made of stones

So hard

And black as coal

We are possessed by selfish spirits

A crave to make all our own.

For this,

We have turned away

From our brothers

And our sisters.

Cold hearts

That can freeze one to death

Just to redeem a debt

Like drunkards,

We are intoxicated by the quest for power

We do anything for the love of money

For this,

We run after money.

We run after power.

We run after fame.

We want our names

To be hung high like flags

And our praises sang like national anthem

Respected and Saluted

But this race is for the fittest

What length can you go for money and power?

Can’t you see we are losing touch of ourselves?

All for money

All for power.

We are cold.

What happened to the true bond of men?

©RUKENNY

MUSE: TY BELLO’S SONG - COLD

Esther Kalu Ndidi also known as Rukenny is budding poet, short story writer, content writer, freelance writer and journalist who explores her love for writing with the scribbles from her heart, with the aim of impacting positive change. She is a student of Mass Communication in Yaba College of Technology, Lagos.