New Wave Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

New Wave



A stroll across the savanna, My ancestral resort, There stood the ant, Billowing a new command to the community, Look this is not, The time to be considered wise for saving, Gone with the wind! Brothers invest in human and in resources, For this is the ideal! Saving is a no longer a virtue, In our community! The bee is not comfortable as busy, Making honey for man. Why not reach out to other colonies, collect honey sell to the merchants, And buy nectar, Rather spending a life time looking for nectar. Oil is saying that man is still thinking, He is the lord, Man takes the oil without paying tax, No more!

Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: africa
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem is using imageries to teach conventional wisdom. In the book of Proverbs (bible) Chapter 6, the writer was seeing the ant as wise for saving for the raining day. With inflation every where, the wise thing is to invest. The second is commercialisation. Those working hard(bee) should look for market or create one to dispose their products on time and for profit to continue in business. Finally business should be alive to their corporate responsibility (tax) so that government can fulfill its mandate to the people.
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