NOTHING PLAYS NOTHING

NOTHING PLAYS NOTHING

Nothing plays nothing in nothing

The barrel with water

Keeps not worms from its bossom

Salt even though fragile

Feeds the strongest metal

With weakness of regret

The rainy days

Are numbered according to seasons

Which play hide and seek

Sometimes with the pauper

Whose hope is bought

By them who need not the rain

For their hay

Is old and breaking

Which need a despatch

To keep their fame high

To keep the man in need down

Nothing plays nothing

When the sinking boat wakes

Giving lost hope to the sailers

For they don’t know

Where the empty blow

Will lead them

Either home here

Or home there

Where identity is a lost city

Nothing plays nothing

 

 

© Edem Fodeka

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