A Speck On One's Eye Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Has the speck stricken you
In the eye is this ones eye
Closer crops in the house of specks

Would you close the door that reoccupy its home
A yell clearly stands in one's house
And yet mouth butts in the star
In the sky is a ring behind that scar

Would you watch the travel
If spikes were common buses
A hit in this eye is agong
And dart game comes around
And completes its circles
Of a horrific styles in a battle field

If a black eye is like a sun
Then it shines in one's eye
In such a bowl tinge
Of a fused seed
In that grazing womb

Had a razor became a blade
And swords would be shades inside grades
Of watery King, the juicy King
Is within the orbital path
As wide as sea wave is the loom

Had the optic nerve cried foul
It would be apain to the brain
In such that the heart feelings
It feels like a blade
That slices in a burning charcoal

Has your eye accepted the speck
They play on one bed
While one's eye shrinks
With no reasonable sight
But in the end
Gives sight again