Poem Hunter
Poems
I Won't Sing A Song
(February 12,1958 / Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria)

I Won't Sing A Song

I won't sing a Song,
lest I misguide the feet.
I won't sing a Song
about this unpleasant world-
unpleasantness at Hiroshima,
gore all over Jalalabad.
I won't sing a Song,
lest I misguide the steps.
I won't sing a Song
about this tragic world
Tragic plane crashes,
tragic capsizing vessels.
I won't sing a Song
if craftsmen will specialize in dynamite drums
and blatantly make fire spitting flutes.
Why should I sing if craftsmen know nothing
accept to make piano keys able to spew hazards?
Can't be so dumb as to sing
while craftsmen are busy making weapon drugs.
I won't sing a song
Knowing Napoleon had fought sixty battles
and the seismic Tsunami yawns from time to time
I won't sing a song,
knowing Tsunami as I do, a convulsive eater
and water all round, she will not stop to belch
Drums of dynamites,
fire spitting flutes,
pianos of long ranging keys.
These aren't my idea of music
so I won't sing a song


With Bleeding Kansas fresh in mind
and engulfing of the Persian gulf,
how could i sing a song?
I won't sing a song
when the refugees fleeing ambush of tigers
fall victims to the pride of lions.

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Comments (11)

Haha, maybe turn off your radio and your heart will sing with the little pleasures of life :
With Bleeding Kansas fresh in mind and engulfing of the Persian gulf, how could i sing a song? ///heart touching poem
there is no song to sing in the loving heart if the heart of universe is wounded by the cruelty of so called human there is no song to sing in the loving heart if the heart of humanity is wounded by the charity of so called philanthropic leader! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
With Bleeding Kansas fresh in mind and engulfing of the Persian gulf, how could i sing a song? I won't sing a song when the refugees fleeing ambush of tigers fall victims to the pride of lions.... beautiful
An insightful piece of poetry that laments the atrocities and calamities that is now prevalent on earth, written in beautiful poetic diction from inner recesses of the heart. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Haruna.
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