The World Is Mine Poem by Ezema Emmanuel Ezenachi Malachy

Today upon a bus, I saw a lovely maiden
With golden hair
I envied her, I wish I were so fair
She seemed so gay and ebullient
Suddenly when she rose to live
I saw her hobble down the street
She had one foot and wore a crutch
Oh! God give me when I whine
I have two feet and the world is mine.

And when I stopped to buy some sweet
The lad who sold them
Such charm, I talk with him, he said to me
It’s nice to talk to fork like you
You see, I’m blind.
Oh! God forgive me when I whine
I have two eyes and the world is mine

Walking down the road, I saw a child
Whit eye of blue
He sat and watched others play
It seemed he knew not what to do
I stopped for a moment then I said
Why don’t you join the others dear?
He looked ahead without a word
And then I knew he was deaf-mute.
Oh! God forgive me when I whine
I have two ears and the world is mine.

Then sitting down to think
I sighted a lad been beaten up by some civilians
I asked what the nitty-gritty was
Tears and some cockamamie gesticulation he gave me
Then I knew he was mute.
Oh! God forgive me when I whine
I have a mouth and the world is mine.