How was a diminutive songbird, God?: A poem 

Do you think life is as easy as a breeze? 

Can a soprano sing without a voice? 

Or a virtuoso play without an instrument? 

You’d think I’d be air playing to an irrelevant audience 

Or I’d be shadow boxing without a shadow 

for it was very dark to tell if I could beat an enemy 

And there was no applause or no umpires to indicate how many points I won 

I thought I could still live on stilts; without the waves 

touching me. But it got fiercer with every step 

I could never think of smugness, I started the fire 

though I did not think it would be taken away from me and made an inferno 

So, I wore my dancing shoes through eternity 

fighting for life and possessions in life and death 

Would my dancing partner feel hesitant to be exhibitive of her passion;  

or every one of my loyalties preclude me; as if living in the precincts of fear 

You’d think my armies wouldn’t come out of their closets even to cheerlead;  

Or should I call their names, so that they be turned against me! 

I know no one likes pain and defeat, 

especially that inflicted by evil’s reprisal 

But it is an enigma and mystery to me still, 

how reverent I was to patience in all the pain inflicted on me 

that my mutiny itself was an unspoken mystery  

like a secrecy that persists even from divulging with honesty 

Who dispenses retribution when even the most righteous have no impunity 

from the plotters and schemers that power-monopolise destiny. 

I will not let bygones be bygones; but I insist 

illegitimacy should be be-gones. I have not paid a price for nothing 

and my sublime sacrifice does not unsuggest vindictiveness 

You can say I didn’t harm even a fly, while decapitating monsters 

And I have felt like a diminutive songbird, that didn’t even have a chance to sing 

but listened to a lilting lyric that told me, that the diminutive songbird was God!