A Mad Man Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

From the west chasing nothing this lunatic emerged
Telling tales he could have never divulged
Wherever he goes, you never find a nylon
For all these made himself shelter feeling less forlorn
Edibles and inedible does he swallow
Just seeming invulnerable, he never hallow
Great God! They never care for tattered they amassed
Upon things he labored, he was harassed
I wondered if these ungracious pastors could ever
Ruminate these things, they could never
Have lived with their folly sense of immortality
For they think capability nurtures invulnerability
What silly leaders with their idle tongue
Armed with their cajoled party programs without fatigue.