The Sanctity Of Man Poem by Tony Adah

Man born of the invisible parturiency
When his woman came calling
To dine at the serpent's table
And he learned and inured
Himself to deceit.
On the order of the holy book
No man judges another man
His transgressions bestow
Him an eternal crypt
Or soar him to any of the heavens
Where souls yearn daily to be
Without the body leaving
The affluent earth.

He is still good
He is still nice
He leaves his abode
Open to all
And they pluck berries
Where they see
He's a good neighbour
But anger nursed of their heart
When the gates shut of his hand
And their bowels void.

When they see him in plenitude
The bees have found a hive
And camels stretch their necks,
Make some strides
And lick their lips
When the stream dries
The motley crowd abandon the desert
Looking for fresh oases.

When he errs
Scathing words kill like a gun
When he steals
Kill him
Kill him
Ring old tyres about him
And burn him alive
Than the law take its cause.

Man is pregnable
To anything right or wrong
And man's perfidy in man
Is the brewer of instant justice
Condemn no man
For he wears a body
And soul like yours
Even a mad man who amuses you
Perhaps prolong your life
In some ways hidden from you.