Between Two Dunderhead Friends (Part 3)

Between Two Dunderhead Friends

What if dunderheads befriend dead-woods?

They can only do as cowards do,

For they are just mentally constrained to;

Rationalize than defend

Their defenceless senseless;

Being and pride in helpless

Cry-foul.

They're just as thin air between dark clouds,

They descend in envious yet porous;

And empty as vessels of a dumb

Mongrel that only bites when fed

And often

Fall from grace to disgrace their soul.

For they not know their purpose,

They just are dead;

As walking skeletal kind.

They are never here nor there.

They chase a silent wind from imaginative deficiency,

As though theirs were a brutalized kind without remedy,

For enemy

Is their most adorable human face. They are ready;

For what does not concern their little mind.

They really are just as innocent like a broken child,

Their innocence is deceptive, as snake to a tongue.

Yet enslave their brethren with perceptive arms;

Of a lost but lunatic. O what a vulnerable pal,

For yours would fade into pages of the missing. After all;

Life cares not about you either. You can harden to a stone,

For hard ears rebel against their deafness. They're prone

To know the truth as though they had known,

And I know that you feel weak when I talk,

As days have coloured in empty blue skies galore!

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema

The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental Inspiration Poetry, 2016

This poem discourages greedy and seemingly narrowed-bourgeois friendship. It scores further to forewarn human beings against such deceptive 'mark of the beast'. For life is just a friendly kind, yet distorted by shadows of friendship.