"MY CAN CANNOT CAN" BY JUDAISKY

I espied the hustle bustle of

My people from the bay and

Clinches my teeth to gripe, my

Heart beats to anguish and my

Blood runs through memories

Of pain from the days of yore.

The trademark of trust is tainted-

The stamp of saints is stolen and

Nothing of redemption is herald.

I think them more Amon than

Joseph for the seal of honour is

Broken ajar to trend in their lust.

My pain is not their fleshly end 

But their extended hands to me;

To drink from their vile peccancy.

With full chest and chutzpah, I tell

Them my can cannot can their quest.

Alone with me in my cubicle I prefer.

My can cannot can their request.

So let me in my staid chamber

Enjoy the pleasure of naivete and

The crime of innocence of there be.

My can cannot can, let me in my

Archaic world wallow in mild lull.

My can cannot can, let me alone

To dwell in the world I know of.

Feasting in naturalness and the

Beauty embedded in simplicity.

I love the life in genesis so my

Can cannot can in this trends.

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I stand at the bat watching-

Learning the language of my ink

Learning how to handle my pen 🖋

JUDAISKY CARES

-Nigeria

The poet persona says he is never ready to join the fruits of the flesh no matter how lonely this decision makes him be.