TEVEEN MESH
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1 year ago
THE ABSURD “POETRY”
November 15, 2023
Lights out, mouths shut
The show's about to start
Rehearsals were done, so no cuts
Even the roaches play their part
"Laments," it's a sad entrance
Audience grow low of patience
In turn, they're captured with suspense
Inhaling the aroma of the play's essence
Zakayo, the man of the hour, emerge
His kids on the floor, what a purge?
His eyes wander about, wife's at large
Anger strikes in an attempt to surge
Poverty is written all over their faces
Who will rid them off of this menace?
Then appears the neighbour, dressed to ace
Jabali the nabob, presenting some Grace
His words envoke a sense of spirituality
Yet, his actions ultimately convey individuality
Is Zakayo going to have favour or experience cruelty?
For life is full of ups and downs, both at a brutality
Jabali presents Zakayo with a decision
Gamble his last dime with a better future at precision
Or follow unkown boundaries of his aspirations
Mr's Zakayo adamantly protesting the persuasion
"It's a trap," she persistently warns
"Beware of false prophets as end days dawns"
As predicted, Jabali is a con
Ripping off Zakayo the little he owns
He resides to suicide, taking his own life
If only he had paid attention to his wife
If only ego wasn't man's blunt knife
He would have avoided this internal strife
Lights out, retain your seats
It would have been a happy exit
But naturally, life ends for all
Curtain draws, and darkness fills the hall
