Scandal Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Was I born for this?
Let me know!
Was I really meant for this?
Why all these scrambling?
Why the clamoring? I mean
Someone should lift up
An acrimonious voice
And tell me
Why the scandal

Ahead I look but all I see
Is smiles of devastation
And looking behind
Behold back biters
On what platform then is the rest of mind
Someone somewhere I know
Is browsing these cantos
Of my jeremiad
Shall you not then tell me
Where lies the citadel of safe achievement
I mean that built outside the confinement of scandal.

My heart truly is filled with bitterness.
Tears I cannot render.
Behold the reality of God now an illusion in man's imagination. Yet
That I speak no blasphemy
Hide the voice of my supplication
While in my widest imagination
With a loud cry ire
Still ponder on God's existence
Why these scandals?