Please Excuse Yourself! Poem by Adedolapo Olisa

GENIUS!
There is none made before birth
It all entails after birth.
Circumstances and our reactions to it
Crowns the effort of environment
By producing a gem.

My big pity for many
Is their ignorance about what they love
And why they lose them.
How I wish wisdom would be like air
Roam around everywhere.

This world will decay
Unless we open our eyes to see
To know that the most precious things on earth
Are not the houses nor the cars neither the gems nor the money
The most precious things are not fame or power
They are lives we are privileged to watch over
Sometimes just encounter.

Every other thing may be polluted
But not the environment!
It is the most significant factor of refinement

The greatest of minds are not born
They are produced by the best reactions to their external
Ask any that succeeds and doesn’t
It is the temperature in the kiln they were produced from
That sets them apart.

Parents leave their young to attend to their needs
But are blind to see that they themselves are their greatest need
If we keep glorifying money and co
We’ll keep making it our children’s priority

What we do, say and imply
Are all watched, absorbed and pondered upon
Where we go, live and admire
Are all refining the gold in life’s kiln

People think their actions to be insignificant
But realise not that it is a shared method
of feeling at rest with being a source of pollution

the air is pleasant but our tiny releases pollute it
and so does our acts come together to form a huge monster
that reduces the temperature in the kiln of life
to freeze the golds in it instead of heating it
unfortunately also sometimes it is the opposite and like a clay, it cracks

minds are made, just like gold is baked
geniuses are produced just as pots are moulded.
As portraits are scraped to perfection so are hearts carved
we need to prune ourselves to be and remain beautiful inside
especially because we are helping another overcome outside.
Ethics and morals, right and wrongs, are not around to be rules
They are to be the instruments to carve us humans

I submit to the almighty who has it all
Knows it all
Works it all
He is the hand that makes and moulds us all
However, the only difference between us and the clay is choice
Let us to choose today to watch the lives nearby
To love the hearts grown and growing
To be a replica of a desire and walk towards a course of good and right
No doubt wrong is luring and alluring
But for the sake of those that will smell our filthy fart, excuse yourself.