Family Noise Poem by Abdalla Juma Shenga

Noise, noise, noise.
No peace at home, all good unseen.
Microscopic mistakes magnified and used to the fullest,
To torment and attack.
Home is not the paradise it used to be, it’s a hell of tales,
And narrations about your previous mistakes.
But what about the good you did?
Is your family partly blind?
They see only bad.
Are the wonderful deeds invisible?
Nay, you are just a victim.
Because when things get bad,
They just want someone to blame.
Same things happen to me.
All I do is listen, listen and listen,
And I know that they are wrong,
And the forgiveness that they give,
Is like magma inside a volcano.
As it stays longer it grows hotter,
And when it unleashes its wrath,
There is nowhere to run.

Just be good to the good that you do,
And don’t expect the good to be good,
To the good that you do.