Conflict Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Reality wails for undestanding
Lo! How the world is become so lost,
And man thrown into the open,
Is left in the battle of his own folly.

Ignorance, a big burden is to bear
But upon man is bestowed the wisdom
Lo to the trash we cast
Yet like babies we still cry for a fortune.

Swaying in that corridor of lust,
They grope for the temporary
Yet they weep in pains
Oh! Had I known.

But there is the good and there is the bad
What be the world without both
Think of the harmony in life and death
Why cry then?

There is the night and day
Calling for balance
Along goes the being and non- being
All positioned towards reality.

Lack not understanding of this
Weep not for the days of evil
For the fight of good and evil
Ends in the harmony of the world.