Merlin And The Poet.... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Once the world was a sad and sorrowful place,
and the inhabitants of this world were desolate,
being cancerous and vexing beings.
There was no love as great that didn't find a fall
nor was there any young couple lasting long enough to find marriage,
all were but fleeting things unfulfilled.

There was a man though, gentle in his ways,
mannerisms of a gentle lad indeed,
pleased most his mother,
and the nature his lover.

He was naive, but he did harness a lot of knowledge,
his friends thought him wise,
an' nature court him thrice,
till he made love to her bountifully
A new being was born, and
they called it Freedom.
He was kind to let the child liberal,
and the world took to the child with vigor,
learned to appreciate a lot of things.

Whenever nature called him back for supper,
errands and chores to far places,
they all new how fragile they really were.
It scared them, the world!
They knew how weak they were getting with the child around,
so they schemed to conceal the child,
Kill him if they willed.
The marvelous pair...
when learned of these hatched plan,
took their child to the mind of one,
who's trust could not be doubted,
who's love not wavering,
He was quite unlike other beings,
for he knew nature too with that same intimacy,
but his choice to loom far from such legacy,
he took to books an' he writ poetry...
this was his honesty.

So freedom lived with desirable things,
since the man, had a love for art,
had a love for poetry,
had a love for knowledge,
had a love for feeling,
had a love still...
for an earth bound creature,
called her ' Helen',
He played music, guitar strings...
violin and flute.
The child learned poetry an' praised it's mother...
with all those other things
an' the divine couple,
Nature an' Merlin...
thanked the man for all the good he did.

Then Merlin knew he was not lasting long,
an' they made love while heavens stormed,
an' causing another child coming of soon.
They called it Beauty,
sought the man who raised Freedom,
an' there left for her care,
for the world had grew a lust...that ate away their hearts.
An' they were both be-smacked with an awesome woe
They wrote song that wooed,
paint art that moved,
danced like worms in goo..
Dreamed of morning dew..
and while Helen was good, an' their love had grew
Freedom, Beauty an' Helen...
were so hard to choose,
who lay more in heart while timber burnt
to warm his soul,
This Man watching moon.

there was more laughter, art and speech...
Liberators grew in their many.
Conquerors an' Kings found their company,
never too long though to last their whims.
Until came another man...
of virgin sired,
an' wed with Beauty,
an' brother with Freedom.
An' the poet wept...sort his unrest.
Helen being kind to comfort,
while all went to heaven...
an' Man left.
There was a child born from this court,
called him Death,
came down to earth, haunt man an' his love...
promised that he would join them soon.
All he had to do was continue being good.
Have his loves, an' all come true.