POETRY: The Idol

Are you also praying a prayer that cannot be answered? Listen to what Laban Erapu has to say.

Brown, proud and flawless,

Wordless and passionless,

You stand on the shaft,

On the pedestal I built for you.

An idol in a Christian house.

Curved, polished and oiled,

Primed and perfect,

You came to my life

A goddess to whom I offer.

My first and last prayer.

Serene and silent

You stand on your pedestal,

Too high above the tears I shed 

For the love that was not 

Too far beyond the reach of arms

That rise in mute prayer

And beg to be released 

From the hold

Of eyes to blind for tears

And a heart too stern

For pity.

Share your thoughts. Do you think your politicians can be found within these confines of this poem? What are you thinking and saying? Drop your comment.