The Wake Up Call Poem by Raphael Sackey

Despair!
How easily it spots its prey.
You, oh smart human, will, no doubt, see it raise its monstrous head from afar.
Yet, the closer it gets, the more you realise: "you cannot stop it."
Until, like a sheep within the fangs of a beast,
It grabs you…….;
Only then, in your grief, shall you realise,
That you could have actually stopped the menacing fangs and claws.
Why then, ……!
Why was the beckoning solution not seen nor a fight put forward?
Why did my brain fail me when I froze in ogling horror?
Well, now, I am wiser.
Yet, I still can't shake the feeling
That the momentary winter is once again around the corner.

Oh ancient beast,
The bane of human existence
Our salvation from naivety.
Great tutor of experience,
First born from the death of the forbidden fruit,
And then over and over for aeons hence.
Must you engorge your belly on my gullibility?
Well, I suppose you must.
Must I dread your re-emergence?
Well I suppose I must.
For even the man of iron will can be broken,
Should he see you ever so often;
Though you mean us no harm
Than to eat away our stupidity.