Call For A Second Thought Poem by Ishmael Onserio

No empathy, no second thought,
Decisions of life made upon that hurried wake,
Mind not clear to discern the outcome thereof,
Yesterday is forgotten like last year's snowfall,
It is a frog's instinct fearing the coming floods,
You washed the feet of the cherubim yesterday,
Soothing the soft soles and feet with buttered oils,
That fragrance got a special recognition,
Your reputation went beyond measurable standards,
Tomorrow will come with a sigh in your looks,
After a great deal of heightened introspection,
Wondering of the swampy ground where you are standing,
Yesterday's rock of anchorage when the sea waves calmed.
You think it is a joke or maybe a dream,
You believe in belittled minds garnering,
Of life here to throw into an ocean of comparison,
You hold weakened arms at that point of intense surrender,
A veiled snare diverting crumbled minds as they feast,
Your shoulders go lofty at the verge of the disguised win,
Indeed, it's victory as you can see, after that great fight,
To get of sanctioned fields, skinning off the petals from a red rose.
It's a trap beneath the soles of your footsteps,
It's a call to the desired duty every bicep shall undertake,
Mind stirred to a duel, clenching of contemptuous fists,
Revenge that will never be reversed by any man,
Hatred that surpasses streaks of light upon the sky,
All because of one meagre act that has brought rage,
A pricked rose crying of jeopardy,
Fountains of prejudice blinding a mind negotiating,
Weighing life of lives in the balances of perfect living,
Spilling of precious oil with escalating contempt,
At the expense of tomorrow's dreams of grandiosity.
The coming day is a lion's den, wide open,
Future anticipated is a thin film of hope with no firm foundation,
It needs today's nurture if we're to walk,
Briskly in the streets of that happiness longed for.
Trust your instincts that led you first to that harbor of stay,
Shun away the ruinous adventures entrapping your feet,
The green grass over the mountain of pleasure,
Will be no more come next winter if we see,
When frostbite will smother those heights, so fair.